My Mind Flows Unusually

The only way to stay sane is to go a little crazy
I found that an evil part of my brain makes me friendly
It draws people closer, and makes me build bonds
Then the bond breaks and I no longer feel so fond
Of the memories and anxieties for caring so much
I don't bruise easily, but I still feel the punch
Of the heartbreak.
But what is heartbreak past the pain?
Another way to show that my ability to love has been slain?
And the only way to revive love is to bring forth a soul
With a heart made of crystal, and maybe a tad bit of coal
But what is my goal?
Is it money, cars, gold chains, clear lanes, connections, and the sense of being protected?
Or is it being surrounded by the things that make us full to our hearts content?
Those things being loved ones, lost ones, and good memories all under the same tent.
Speaking of tents, how long have I been camping?
There is no place like home, but is my home too cramping?
Do I even have a home? Can I count this as one?
Is this life worth living? Can we just start the fun?
Or maybe this is the fun, and from here it's all downhill
And the bottom of this hill is the bill with our own demise
But if it's salvation we achieve, don't we just inherit a prize?
So if a prize is what we get at the time of demise
Can it still be called demise? Should it just be called our surprise?
Because we don't really know where we're headed, do we?
Because we're all to be judged on our worldly doings
And who's to tell us that our worldly doings are just?
Maybe we're all arrogant fools who feel we do what we must
But this where I end for now; my mind has vented enough