Confused, convinced of their reality
Snippets of lucidity, glimpses of normality
Mostly chaotic, tense like a spring
Waiting to pounce, for the fight bell to ring
But are they really confused?
Or are we the insane ones?
Going about our repetitive routines like clockwork
Again and again and again and again
Raking in flimsy paper with such urgency
But they're just numbers, digits, nothing's free
Or is it, when they talk nonsense though
Do they know something we don't know?
When they scream or shout or rave-
Are they really the ones we need to save?
Don't laugh or ridicule them
Don't scorn or pity them
For they are not insane
They are beautiful.
© Alice Daley 2013
Snippets of lucidity, glimpses of normality
Mostly chaotic, tense like a spring
Waiting to pounce, for the fight bell to ring
But are they really confused?
Or are we the insane ones?
Going about our repetitive routines like clockwork
Again and again and again and again
Raking in flimsy paper with such urgency
But they're just numbers, digits, nothing's free
Or is it, when they talk nonsense though
Do they know something we don't know?
When they scream or shout or rave-
Are they really the ones we need to save?
Don't laugh or ridicule them
Don't scorn or pity them
For they are not insane
They are beautiful.
© Alice Daley 2013
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