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.