A Map to Craziville

[For @smellyfingers]

So I was just pottering along my path,
When suddenly I came across a man in a bath,
He said to me,
"The words are a tree,
And that humming is not a bee,
But the flowers singing, you see,"

This was quite strange in my universe,
So told him I don't want to converse,
But on he went, babbling about,
How the sky was water and he was a trout,
I found that up my path I couldn't reverse,
I told him, "You're making my world a little perverse!"

He pulled out a soggy scroll,
From some bubbles below,
"This is your map,"
He said, giving it a clap,
"A gift I give to only you,
To help see the Craziville rule."

I stared down at my path to come,
Saw the person I would become,
How twisting paths and hidden falls,
Heartbreaks, lies and fake dolls,
I saw each place I would be tripped,
And how one day I'd fall into my crypt.

I did not cry, I did not laugh,
But I tore it all and ripped up my path,
With an angry shout I felt quite tranquil,
Knowing my path and rejecting Craziville.

Off I began,
Off I now ran,
No path, no trips, no labels or hits,
Just running though my open,
personal land of Craziness.