They say I'm crazy.

They say I'm mentally fucked up.

They say I should jump, so I did.

But it wasn't the kind jump where I fall down and land on my feet.
It was the kind of a jump where I smashed the earths crust,
like a drum on beat.
I didn't fall down, I pulled the ground up towards me really fast.
I pulled out a stick and a string and fished for something concrete.

I would rather do something complex along with a bottle in front of me than having a frontal cortex lobotomy to fix it.