See the intensity Madness flows as free as the wind Thoughts that haven’t been thought, return From no where they do appear To be so light is not To row or not is the ? It will remain until the word is said The one who has the power, may see me But if not Lucifer will take my sole Things will run wild Hide my feet from sight Swaying to and fro without a notion Falling through the floor, the floor below Disturbing those ones of other They can do what is wished Taking what isn’t No thought of anything but the time it takes Right to it without a thought No thought required That’s your idea Not true is my remark