Of one mind but two that share,
the thoughts of all but do not care,
for reasoning is just unfair,
to look and glance and scream and swear.

The moon of humble disagree,
doesn't hold what life will be,
but lunatics are as you see,
not of the moon, and not of me.
The mental games that they play,
is clear to some if thats what you say,
running around naked all day,
and swimming on land not in the bay.
Does it matter what they do,
you still believe them to be the fool,
for reason doesn't hold them true,
but they just do it, thats what they do.

Hearing voices
Talking in tounges
running in circles
its just Madness.

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Midsummer, in the year 129 MA.