There is a madman standing outside,
His matted hair hanging over his face
And hiding those insane eyes from view
Behind that curtain hides a place
Of which the sane man knows
While on his way to work
And their eyes meet revealing
Depths to lands where weird things lurk
And the line between sanity and
Insanity is thinner, lesser, blurred,
And where both men live in joy
Where hopes are spurred
Back into reality. Normality. Ha!
The sane man knows that his own brain
Of facts, figures, pictures and stories
Isn’t that different from the madman’s
And as they look upon each other
Eye to eye, face to face, brain to brain,
The sane man discovers that the line is thin
Between him and the insane.
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