Glass Hands

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times

Being out of my damn mind, all the time, counter clock to the counterfeit "I'm fine."

That's what it's all about, right? 

The madness, the ghosts, the drugs, the wanderlust;

All products of my infinite imaginative ability, no?

Am I sane or has insanity taken over completely.

I'll never know.