LOST IN WORDS

In twilight's grasp, I wander lost, Through realms where sanity is tossed. Whispers echo, shadows dance, In realms of mind, I take my chance. The world may call me touched, they say, Yet in this madness, I find my way. The laughter that they cannot hear, Is music to my soul, sincere. For I don't suffer as they believe, In madness, I find reprieve. Each moment a kaleidoscope of hue, A world unseen, yet known to few. So let them judge with eyes so clear, As I dance with dreams, devoid of fear. In madness' arms, I freely roam, And find in chaos, my true home.