The Mad Journey
worlds spin
night and day
wandering souls
living real lives
finding the love
learning to give
co-creating
co-suffering
and co dying
finding out why
the good times fly
when we were kings
and we feared naught
but played the part
strutting to sound
walking the proud
amongst the mad
tipping our hats
english accents
soft rock playing
slipping into
the long dark sleep
our souls to keep
then fade to black
my subscription
to the chaos
of existence
beautiful but
haunting wonder
should I lose hope
and forget my name
just wave me on
that I not miss
that golden place
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