>>16901 (OP)
What pain does madness inflict the sane,
which the world does not thus, already do?
the mad go 'round wearing smiles,
brother, pray tell, why can't you too?
what bliss it is to see the world,
through lens of pink and purple and blue,
but greys the beauty, mind and reason,
pray tell, why can't you let go of them too?
come and join the merry dance,
of men whom were born anew,
for madness is it's own creed,