pathos

Exactly...she said.
Astonishingly...he thought.
Gleefully...they sang.
Definitively...she decided.
Joyfully...he danced.
Longingly...they waited.
Commonly...she saw.
Mournfully...he watched.
Questionably...they worried.
Intriguingly...she listened.
Radically...they voiced.

cRAzy Is...

The sound of a muzzled kazoo at an orchestra,
the electric fence guarding the peaceful Buddha.
A flat billed platypus sitting on the corduroy couch.
a little toddler sitting in a tacky leather pouch.
The Star Wars intro ringing in your head day and night,
the wrong medicine inject after a snakebite.
A choir walking to houses singing rap songs,
a dreaded monster called King Kong.
The heat from a cold winters wind,
the ostrich eating something skinned.
A desire for a sandpaper bed,
a nightmare leaving you a redhead.
The need for more potato ice cream,
the love of nothing other than to scream.

Crazy isn't....

The sound of a muzzled kazoo at an orchestra,
or the electric fence guarding the peaceful Buddha.
A flat billed platypus sitting on the corduroy couch.
or a little toddler sitting in a tacky leather pouch.
The Star Wars intro ringing in your head day and night,
or the wrong medicine inject after a snakebite.
A choir walking to houses singing rap songs,
or a dreaded monster called King Kong.
The heat from a cold winters wind,
or the ostrich eating something skinned.
A desire for a sandpaper bed,
or a nightmare leaving you a redhead.
The need for more potato ice cream,
or the love of nothing other than to scream.

Crazy is whatever pops into your mind,
that could leave one potentially blind.
Crazy is something completely mental,
but not necessarily accidental.
Crazy is whatever you want,
to survive and flaunt,
what others might not see,
And open to world to possibility.