I don't know why

When the sun goes down,

There is panic all around.  

Though you can hear

Only subtle sounds,

No,

Not howling hounds,

Of whispers

That draw you to fatal falling

Always, for their agenda, stalling

Listen,

Hear the golden skin's calling?

They say I'm crazy,

Every time I grew

Simple things

Seemed far in between

And things got Hazy.

I feel like I'm in a dream

Nothing is as true as it seems.

I'm on a beam,

Unbalanced,

One day

I'll fall,

For now,

I'll give it my all.

I try and block illusions,

But that usually

causes unnecssasry delusions,

Like some kind of explosive,

Radioactive fusion.

And I just keep bumping 

Into the edge of the fine Line

And bruising.

Ask anyone else,

They'll say I'm cruising,

I know just what I'm doing.