Crazy they could call it,
Sitting, plotting, scheming.
The next spur of the moment.
Money is monogamy inside feeble thought,
May turn tomorrow into a nights passion,
A stair case staring insanity in the face.
Freedoms embrace or worldly disdain;
Either way what was inked through
A voice will remain.
Subdued, kept, yes invisible but never silent.