Madness: a Form of Love
Madness is a form of love
It comes from up above
It is wilder than the rose
And gentler than the dove
Madness is a form of love
It carries its own unique truth
It lets the old forget their grief
And makes messiahs of the youth
Madness is a form of love
It longs only to be recognised
Though you try hard not to believe
Or look through another's eyes
..So many years, so many lies..
..Your society is simply overly-sanitized...
“There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.”
? Friedrich Nietzsche
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