Turned

I had a very "Me" sort of evening. There was nonsense and random happy people who told me nice things....

Turned.

Turned the page and found today.

I was so comfortable with the chapter before.

So not like me to kneel and pray.

To whisper, softly, at the man behind the door.

But then these stories aren't something of mine.

I've had no hand in, no stake, in this writing.

All my word-work had behaved, wandered into time.

This new, unwished for tale, would go down fighting.

So I reached in my back pocket and set it free.

My spare touch of madness I kept folded, just so.

If I wanted it I'd give this chapter my Crazy.

Some stories think they're the only ones we know.

This new moment found itself a tale unmatched.

A true piece of life unbound by any silly rules.

So enamored of itself and the silly plot it hatched.

Little did I know I'd decided to take it to school.

While dazzling itself with it's profound inner wit,

I meticulously unraveled Madness on it's mind.

It reveled in itself as I unleashed Crazy bit by bit.

Once so clever by morning, now nothing left to find.

Pages be wary.  Chapters mind when selecting your day.

All mighty stories know by whom you're being read.

I've no reservations when letting Crazy run and play.

Believe me; I'll happily Mischief you until you're dead.