saved

I'm like a crazy man,I rant I rave maybe I'll beat my mother to the grave next i'm not as beautiful but surely I am beautiful ,I'm not bulletproof but I don't need proof I love you .There are places I've been where I once committed sin...society sobriety.. I've heard of a herd of people...,your old your out of a job...secret sacred places..tourney journey...apparently I'm home cause I no longer feel alone...not ny flavor I dont savor im a giver not a gaver...move along, won't be long till I'm proved wrong.And my psyche is back where it belongs.