Written by: mike bross

there is a little madness that sleeps inside my head
and it awakes and talks to me each night I go to bed

it speaks to me of heroes and the journeys that they take
from quiet sleep in forests deep it begs me now awake 

its gentle tugs pull back the sheets as if by unseen hand
and whispers softly in my ear oh yes I understand

adventures unbelievable in wondrous lucid dreams 
and there be dragons there to slay l wonder what that means

I now look forward to the night and madness as a friend
and should I die before I wake it may not be the end

for now there is a place I’ve seen just past the forest stand
where madness and adventure wait beyond the things of man