Losing sanity and Turning wild

Maybe it's called 'losing sanity',

maybe it's called 'turning wild';

or maybe it's called something else,

but for once it's worth my while.

It's not cutting my hair short

it's not tattooing my back

it's not drowning in alcohol

nor its moaning over a hack.

It's cutting loose

knowing there's no going back

it's jumping off

knowing you still have a pack.

It's going off the road

knowing your destination,

it's sleeping on fears,

and knowing you have the wildest imagination.

Maybe it's not that simple

maybe it's not too complex

and maybe it's a little wayward

even undefined by the bard.

It may give you a headache

or even may make you cry

but it's the only way to let break out

to moisten the days that are dry.

It's called "losing sanity" and "turning wild"

believe it or not it's worth my while.