It’s a sight to see; insanity
Reality second-guessed
While judgments of lucidity
Are all but second best
Had I a glass to view inside
Pity would understand
To wander blind is will denied
In a city of the damned
Conversation’s art elapses
When portraits come of word
When sense is lost between synapses
The remainder is absurd
My high-dive is on the shallow end
So I can perch and oversee
And ponder when I could pretend
They’re more insane than me
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