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.