Psycho

I can feel it.
My mind is slowly slipping away
Through my left ear.

Maybe it won't be so bad being psycho.

I can walk on walls and detach my nose from my face.
I can pull a rainbow out of the sky and put it in my pocket.
I can drop a stone and it'll fall up.

I can have conversations with mangoes and bison.
I can make up my own colors.
I can kick a ball and it will go nowhere.

And when people ask,
I'll just tell them:
"I'm not a genius, I'm just psycho."