another poem

I wrote this last night. You may like it, or you may not. It is what it is.

Crazy.
Crazy this feeling
that turns me upside down
and sideways, and backwards.
Crazy this game
of life I play
with little success.
Crazy the speed
time flys
on wings of angels.
Crazy the love
that flows as
silky waves across the shore.
Crazy the sound
my heart makes
when I'm smiling.
Crazy I run
after this prize
I cannot see.