You know there are many definitions of mad, right?
Crazy fits the best...for me.
I walk through life in a metaphorical sea of pudding.
Always trying to find that fourth degree.
And yet I can't find any practical sense.
It's quite pitiful, in many lights.
Brain matter, isn't it supposed to be dense?
Does my cerebellum have its own voting rights?
I daresay you're very confused
But, alas, I am too
If this is me we're talking about
Then who the hell are you?
I'm not trying to be insincere
Just answer the question, m'dear
Before I pull a rabbit out of my hat
Or invoke misery on a human bat
Riddles are skittles with endless rainbows
I know you're afraid of what this adventure might bring.
It's not easy being away from home and, especially,
the people you love.
But it's time to focus on YOU. Happiness must come from within your own soul, not just the good will of others.
On another note,
I remember when you told me you didn't have any dreams,
that they'd either been fulfilled or put into storage never
to be thought of again, never to be recognized.
Now I want you to stop reading this and close your eyes for a second, just to reminisce on those 'lost' or 'unfulfilled' dreams.
Then, open your eyes again, and remember the ones you've accomplished.
If you don't ha