How can it be when I close my eyes your right behind these lids closing the distance of current reality.  Maybe its a fantasy that to quick to catch crazy curious cupid implanted in me. I guess that explains the rhythm of this irregular heartbeat. You can see it in my feet dancing in the street. Howling at the moon in a pitch black big white room. Crazy they labeled me as I flew over a nest where the normal call us coocoo. Im not deranged im intune to view the angel within my dilated pupils mystical view. Im never alone cause the doctor said he sees you too in all my cat scans.