W Are All Mad Here
Do you think that you would know
if you’d lost your mind?
For if one did go crazy
I’m sure they’d miss the signs.
And if indeed there’s “no one home,
yet all the lights were on”,
could someone still find their voice,
to lift them up with song?
Certainly if I feel perplexed
by the loss of such a thing,
that in itself should then disprove
that which I’m pondering.
So, surely as I’m sitting here,
racking my functional brain,
I must exist inside myself.
There’s no way I am insane.
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