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"My Depraved Ascent to Clarity"
by Jeph Johnson
Others have concluded
It a selfish endeavor;
My reason for living:
Gifting others with pleasure
Life I felt precious;
A gift unto itself
Out of reach my reason
Festered too high on the shelf
So I slept all day and throughout the night
Deducing my daydreams:
"Irrational ain't natural"
Thus chaos reigned supreme
I wonder what it's like
When others go mad?
When it seems like all around me
That's all that they've had
Most just call it "smiling"
When rationalization begins
But the fresh clean air of sanity
Flexes my face when I breathe it in
Or is it the error of sanity?
Should I not have embraced the profane?
The allure of sanctimonious vanity
Makes most better off insane
That is a very interesting
That is a very interesting perspective.
Starward