When in Rome

wish I could always feel this way
you find that sweet spot
beauty and madness
turns your problems into silly putty
everything feels so clear and wide open
all the theories they debate
you are okay with having no answers
nor needing none
all you want to do is to just create
bathe in that creative flow
words come and go
it all starts to feel like poetry
even dust and snow
there is almost a sadness
as you float in the clouds
you sad little clown
you took it so seriously
and forgot the most important rule
that there are no rules
when in rome.