Madness
I know madness,
but my dear I am awareness.
It tries each day to grapple me to the ground,
but I am abound.
For logic and reason I have found.
Though many are mad,
 even more are sad.
Lost in the chaos and confusion.
I know it all to be an elaborate illusion.
I will out best madness, for I have what it has not.
Articulate thought.
Making sense of my senses,
I put up my defenses.
To keep madness at bay.
For I know it will always betray.
Oh, I hope one day it will decay.
Though it’s madness my dear,
and finds a way to often appear.
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By
The White Rabbit