The Pace of Crazy
Given enough time, life will stomp the mind.
You've only seen a vignette of its grit and grind.
Fortunes can change slow and steady like the tide.
Or quickly spread like a wind-heckled fire.
Life is a knife fight with an invisible foe.
You'd be foolish to stand in one place and go toe to toe.
The key is to be humble as a weed, lay low.
Be hard as a diamond when in the talon of grief
Keep the mind humming from glade to glade.
Because crazy will try to keep up with your pace.
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