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Is madness
The only escape
From the norms
That govern our existences.
Alas I speak
Like a fool,
A fool who has
Accepted her madness,
Her idiosyncrasies
And every now and then
Yearns for normalcy.
To live the life
Mapped out by generations before,
That will be followed by generations after.
Yet deep down inside
Creeps a glimmer,
Creeps an imp
That rests on my soul
Like a ball of fire.
That never destroys
But burns
And burns
And burns.
And here, my friends,
Here, my beloveds,
My madness is spawned.