Schizo

I see the sunlight in my mind,

Rainbow light filtering through the window

Are their minds filled with dark

As they play in a sun-lit ground?

I see the picture lying on the floor

My painted bits, torn apart,

But aren't there fissures in their hearts

Who holding hands are going merry-go-round?

I hold the razor close to me

Just one cut and beautiful red trickles

The child suddenly stares, stunned?

Claps hands, gleeful, it's two buzzies down...

I am locked in a room called crazy,

But I have the whole world within me

I stare out the window as the mother chides,

And the child cries looking at his mud-stained hands....