Insanity
Lost inside of his own mind,
A man free roams all his thought,
He feels the pain of his find,
He finds the answer of what he sought.
But why the pain for his invention?
An answer so forbidden and confusing,
It brings the realization of the intention,
Of what makes life so amusing.
Now lost is his meaning to live,
He roams the earth in a daze,
With resistance for his answer to give,
He stares with a constant gaze.
Now observed by an official,
So deranged are his words,
Diagnosed as a schizo,
Insanity isn't so absurd.
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