A Little Strange

Shadows scream in the darkness, Until they dispelled by the light. Sunshine screams the daylight, Until they are overcome by the night. I fear not what I cannot see, Because it does not exist. And the voices we think we hear, Are just wind in morning mist. Reality is up for discussion, Madness isn't really madness at all. It is just the perception of life, That is for each of us to call. Anyone who says they aren't a little crazy, Are denying the truest facts of life. Sanity is an illusion, Brought on by all of life's strife.