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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Slightly insane In a place so bizarre But no one in this world Has really gone far Without stepping outside their own mental box By Following the rabbit or chasing the fox How resplendently resonant in my head is the scene A soft warm meadow And a night sky that gleams I'm out of my wits My heads not screwed on right As I lay in the grass and look up at the night And wish I were there Someplace else where Where there's no one to judge you And everything's fair Over the hills And far away Where fears detach And break away Where footsteps fall But do not change And strangers there Are never strange Where rain pours up And sun falls down Where dreams aren't dreams And love is found And I think to myself What is sanity Is it a measurement of our humanity Is it how someone sees our world in a different way Or how many times we fight in a day So many important unanswered questions Why I'm here Why I'm stitched together by imperfections What is the meaning of life Is it to try to be happy Or maybe to help those all around We could look forever But the answer won't be found So I stay laying down Under the shimmering sky And think about life as it is And why it hurts to say goodbye People find something to fill The empty black abyss that everyone enters with death itself Thinking that maybe on the other side there's bliss But were all just another dusty book on the shelf Because no one knows what's at the end of this long winding road No matter how many books we've read or how many stories we've been told
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