Mr. Strange

Strange is my brain, 

I think it's working fine, 

Or, it makes me think it's fine. 

My eyes see, ears hear, 

But Mr. Strange beautify all the datas of them, 

It tells me to be an optimist, 

And Invade me with uncertainty

He fills me with Happiness, 

and make to feel guilty for it. 

He energise my knowledge, which

Makes me more loyal, but

Advises me that being loyal, 

Is the stagnation of life flow. 

Mr. Strange oh Mr. Strange, shallow 

Your mind, and tell me what to do next.

You give boldness to face the problems, 

But instruct me that's blind courage. 

Mr. Strange, you are my strength, 

But I feel you are my great enemy.