Crazy Wonder/Unfinished

I wonder if I'm crazy or is this a gift to be tasty.

I suffer from a list of daily shifts, it can be hazy.

I glimpse into ways things twisted and behave.

I think in a maze of twists and inner rings like a wave.

I've been thinking for days, kicking sticks down the street, missing faith.

I'm pissing my talents away, shitting grace.

You can give all your malice to hit a wall and balance your rage.

But if it falls your palace will cave.