A Mad Hatter’s Anthem
Uncertain circumstances allow momentary growth for a mad sense of overwhelming curiosity.
A language once spoken frequently but laid to rest in attempts to move forward.
The past reaches out in desperation with a memory of just one occasion.
Later adolescent days, where the seed of madness was planted.
Mr. Grimes entrusted me to the lifestyle of unending foreboding art.
A challenge to become someone who should
“Only use your brain to twenty five percent think and seventy five percent act.”
Learning the future laid in the palm of my hand was a relief.
Like sculpting silly putty and transforming it into a satisfying temporary choice.
However, one must carry a powerful amount of faith, an ability to remain fluid, and above all else, hone your craft into something respectable.
A memory is not enough fuel to flame the fire.
Momentary lapses produce precise still frames,
Serving as gasoline which ignite the brain to remember what once was.
It’s that endless amount of curiosity that has remained restless, attempting to double in size.
Reconnecting pieces to the once digested mindset of a writer is no mean feat.
It is one that is supposed to inspire the…
