madness all around

Still, be still.

While the sharpened hail stones fall from the sky.
When the freaks turn topsy turvy in their brains.

Steady the beat, during the raging fire.
Continue the rhythm, with the baseless noise bent on making the record breaking distraction in the background.

Hold, the shivering anger.
Red is the wrong color.

Swallow, the bubbling evanescence of emotions.
Despite blue fitting in just so smugly.

Embrace, the instinct that is screaming for you to halt for a second.
Throwing a white might be the perfect solution.

Still, be cool.
Still, be the independent black.