{"id":304,"date":"2017-04-03T22:38:09","date_gmt":"2017-04-04T02:38:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.butler.edu\/reverberations\/?p=304"},"modified":"2017-04-03T22:38:09","modified_gmt":"2017-04-04T02:38:09","slug":"they-think-im-crazy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/blogs.butler.edu\/reverberations\/2017\/04\/03\/they-think-im-crazy\/","title":{"rendered":"THEY THINK I&#8217;M CRAZY"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>by CHRISTIAN<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>They think I\u2019m crazy<br \/>\nI guess you can say that<br \/>\nBut what someone sees effects<br \/>\nThe way they perceive reality<br \/>\nLet me take you back to the day my views<br \/>\nChanged<br \/>\nIt started on a Tuesday morning<br \/>\nWalking up to the rusted old cemetery fence<br \/>\nLight fog makes it so I can\u2019t see the other side<br \/>\nCement placing with long since faded names<br \/>\nRough to the touch but seems smooth<br \/>\nAs I kneel before her and all of her glory<br \/>\nI can\u2019t help but see looking across the field<br \/>\nAnother family, dressed in black with facades<br \/>\nKnowing fully well that their hearts are in shards<br \/>\nKnowing that they will never get that<br \/>\nLast hug, that last love, that goodbye, last kiss<br \/>\nWill deeply reminisce. But it\u2019s too late now<br \/>\nAll you can do is make a fist<br \/>\nI hear the pastor preaching, people sobbing<br \/>\nIt\u2019s too much I turn unable to watch<br \/>\nBut I hear the casket being lowered<br \/>\nI feel my eyes turn moist<br \/>\nMy vision getting misty<br \/>\nI turn my head back to its original position<br \/>\nTo get back to task, I look up to ask why<br \/>\nBut not expecting an answer<br \/>\nI drop my Rose, glance once at the grave<br \/>\nIn front of me<br \/>\nIt\u2019s bittersweet really, after all these years<br \/>\nMe being here<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>by CHRISTIAN<\/p>\n<p>They think I\u2019m crazy<br \/> I guess you can say that<br \/> But what someone sees effects<br \/> The way they perceive reality<br \/> Let me take you back to the day my views<br \/> Changed<br \/> It started on a Tuesday morning<br \/> Walking up to the rusted old cemetery fence<br \/> [&#8230;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":624,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":"","_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-304","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/blogs.butler.edu\/reverberations\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/304","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/blogs.butler.edu\/reverberations\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/blogs.butler.edu\/reverberations\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blogs.butler.edu\/reverberations\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/624"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blogs.butler.edu\/reverberations\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=304"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/blogs.butler.edu\/reverberations\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/304\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":305,"href":"http:\/\/blogs.butler.edu\/reverberations\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/304\/revisions\/305"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/blogs.butler.edu\/reverberations\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=304"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blogs.butler.edu\/reverberations\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=304"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blogs.butler.edu\/reverberations\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=304"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}