Song of Insanity

Crazy is a state of mind…
That so many seem to find…
That wraps and tightly binds–
Until ‘reality’ unwinds…

We are all the crazy ones,
Holding quirks like loaded guns;
The sins of Fathers’ are the Sons’;
Watch out for what family-runs…

Crazy is a state of mind…
That in groups we seem to find;
Surely as the Sun doth shine;
Denounced, if not in keeping kind;

Acknowledged when the sight is hind…

Once you get it in your head,
The realization starts to spread:
The path can never be retread.
The path can never be retread.

Life is a joke–so say the dead…

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