I have lived on the lip of insanity
Tip toed on the edge of mischief
Listened to the whispers in the woods
A garden willed to me
By the hands of life
For me to grow with it
The world takes her clothes off for me
And I am grateful
I sleep in between days
Night opens itself up to the world
And lets the nightmares, dreams, and fantasies
All run wild
Like fire out of control
Or pleasure that wont end
Since control is merely
An illusion
The duality of man is ever –present
Animal and machine
Peace and violence
I am the gentle breeze before the storm
Standing on the edge of time
© 2015 Christopher Noe