Madness
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
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