I suppose that I’m not crazy
But If I am I hope that you
will take time from your busy day
and try to help me make it through
to a point where I’ll recuperate
or at least one where I’ll understand
the truth of my malignant fate:
my life was written in the sand
My only hope, to wonder now
to cling to my failing cognizance
I’ll take the time to take a bow
and settle for indifference
But as your needle stabs me through
I wonder how this all makes sense
the sieve and the sand 
my needle sews its threads of gold
across the west horizon
and patchwork quilts i’ll make for you
for both of us to lie on :))))))
just a little ditty in response.
off 2 build sandcastles 4 a few days
If that’s the truth of the matter, then thread away!