You think I'm crazy.
I think I'm not.
You think you're sane.
How can you be sane
When I think you're not?
I think I'm sane,
or have you forgot?
Or is it that your crazy
is a lot different than mine?
Or maybe were both crazy
because we both thought it too?
Has it come down to this:
who has the better opinion?
My thought shall surely win,
don't you think? Or think not?
Has it come down to this:
who defined the word crazy
and why is it's definition so broad?
Why does there opinion dictate
who's sane and who's really not?
Perhaps they were really insane.
Or maybe sane by there own definition.
Who really knows?
Who is crazy and who is not?
Everything.
Yes, I've tried it all.
Everything, yet nothing worthwhile.
You see, I've tried it all
but failed.
You see, I did everything
all over again.
Ask me, I did everything
with no regrets.
I'm glad, you see
with everything.
Yes, I did it.
Not right this moment,
but I'd do it again.
Yet, I fail.
I crawled into night
Shining, raining armor.
You crawled in right behind
Stumbling, weeping, falling.
The beast crawled out of you
Sturdy, standing tall.
I reach out to you but
the beast grabbed me
stabbing- a serrated edge.
No one shed a single tear
when we slid back into
the black indigo abyss.
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