It’s Fitting (ironic)

There’s a

Method

To the madness

Some days my

Bones

Are too big for 

My soul

Sometimes they are

Too small

Something real

About that though

To never feel

Quite right in

My body

Maybe I just

Wasn’t built for it

Maybe I was 

Built

For something more

And the madness

It must really 

Look mad

Utterly insane

I’m not sure 

Anything 

Has ever worked

Quite like this

And come up roses

I suppose it 

Must be me

Not fitting in my 

Own form

Not fitting into 

Daylight hours

It’s fitting (ironic)

That I never fit

You have to 

Trust

There is method to 

The madness

Even if it’s not

Madness

To me