Madness
Is madness a gift?
Can we use it to shift through life's rifts
Unbeknownst to the moment that lifts
Us to our highest yearnings that in time we'll witness it burning
Our favored moments to cinder within our lifetime we remember?
a moment lost to the flow of continuous progression
Our recession impression
Relieved believed to be there all along
Prolonged by my own perception
Fates conception
It will concur our moment with ease
And draft us into its conscription
A better liar will know the truth
And quicken the desire to see it through.
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