The Redhead's Song

now that I am stranger than fiction,
you can call me 
a crooner
who cries over 
lost islands 
and 
deserted grievers.
i have whole books
written inside of me,
carrying songs of the soulless kind.
there is but a stone I look for
wherever I go 
my wilted spirit guiding,
and when no one watches over my red head
with flowers swaying at fields in the distance,
my stupid heart sings a crazy song.

That is an indication of what is to come.

like never before I want to know
if you really thought of powerless words,
when you said 
i could walk into the horizon
that your time was running out.

now that I am stranger than fiction,
would you if you were around
In your loving voice call me 
a mad hatter?