Living, Loving
Want to know what's insane?
We go insane trying to keep sane.
I don't know what I'm feeling,
but it is stranger than living.
Swear I have seen no stranger thing,
at a time I'm low but the next I sing.
As it turns out life is no game
and I played myself, what a shame.
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