Find me something sane in this world,
And then I shall try for sanity.
As it stands I prefer the more logical path
That goes in the opposite direction–
The one I label Progress, Knowledge, and Truth,
Yet the dilapidated sign still bears
The peeling label that reads “Insanity”;
So maybe that is just my imagination talking.
I tried reason and logic a long time ago,
Finding that it left my head exhausted and sore,
And I was left with one question that always remained:
Wherefore could my thoughts reflect reality at all?
So I left behind all those illogical practices
And decided to follow the other path.
The one where I can delight in a cloud that is indeed a flower,
And marvel in amazement that the sun has risen each day.
The path where the greatest surprise lies in monotony,
And all the simplest things still contain the biggest adventures.
Other people who are perhaps wiser than me
Tell me this means that I am insane.
They say that my views are childish; that I live in a fantasy;
But I say to them “I do it’s true, this life is a fairy tale!”
If this simple fact means I’m insane, then happily insane I will be–
For what if everyone else is wrong and my whim contains the truth?
I don’t think I could ever be willing
To give up this insane adventure of a life.