When your mind wanders into the loon
Share with me no songs of those
For my world is a place, a vastness of insane
You have only touched the surface
Happiness; should one wish to find
Can only be in sheer madness
For in complete idiocy can one be at peace
All else is a binding
I was estranged, if I should be sane
Yet what sanity is defined as by most is inane
I can laugh at what has been, is
Yet never on what could be, for i predict nor ponder
Here is me
In the stillest of my mind
Yet all I project is chaos
Pity others I do, for order is always in chaos