A Tale From A Madman

There is a quaking in my heart,
A quarrel not to be quelled,
I walk on my hands
With my head in the clouds,
As the sun does its dance
For the rivers that glance,
And the trees as they counsel,
I walk.
And then I stop.
I ponder a while, then smile.
Eye drops in hand, rocks thrown off to the sand,
They sing to the mermaids as they float out at sea,
And all this I watch from my spot on the hill,
Roll and tumble, bounce and spin,
It's a wonderful world that we're living life in.
Crack of thunder,
A rolling black cloud,
I run for shelter but it grows gradually distant.
An ill-fitting glove, cast it off and keep on
There's fire at stake, so you'd better be wrong.
I slow ever so slowly in a world full of grids,
And gods sit round lazily,
Dear mortals bid.
All this I recall and less more-so but hazy,
As I lay in my bed and they tell me I'm crazy,
But I'm not that I swear,
I just have to keep running from my every nightmare,
For the ocean is running full-tilt,
Head-on for me,
There are some I must warn,
But not all; I could not!
A flock of doves, a pair of quail both are beauty without veil,
And the tumbling lightning strikes bold without mercy,
As the vivid blue neon floats by on the draft,
While the man on the moon makes a make-shift wood raft,
For he too is plain common in desire to be free,
So he sails in the sky on the clouds that are sea.
Now they've come to try take me, of that I am sure,
I have barred up the windows and blocked up the door,
I write this all down so you too might come see,
That your life's little good if imagination ain't free.