A mad wine or two

This pen is like a magic wand. I needed to make it accept me. Tame it, listening to music.

I think at some point that I am getting mad.
Breathing heavily at night and after waking up. The days just pile up like the money I don’t have.

I wanna be king, sure. But not alone.

Where is my mind ?

                                         I’m drifting
         Can’t find a shore
                                  but not loosing hope

                     I WILL KEEP SWIMMING
                                          SWINGING
Chasing my me, happy swinging cat

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