Lunacy Simplified
I’m living in artistic splendor
When I look around
Anything can be my endeavour
Wearing my crown
I’m glad you are not of my gender
Together we can look down
Across the fields of wheat and heather
Where we are free to create and roam
To be ridiculed never
This is forever
Call me King Clever
I will laugh until my head is severed.
....After all, you know that my mind is untethered
My hair is feathered
The wait for the end cannot be measured
Oh the torture
Your misfortune
As you read on indeed it will seem
That the madness has all but taken me
But in the end,
When you’re dead
You will see, a fright indeed
Upon realization that sanity fills me
As always when it’s too late
Your marbles initiate
The thoughts and patterns that I told you about
When in doubt,
Trust me now
Don’t have a cow
You’ll be better off in the long run
Besides, it’ll be fun.