She said they were her favourite people in the world The crazies It wasn't always the case She tried to reason with them Make them see that they saw it all wrong To cure insanity "Your wife died years ago, surely she won't be here shortly" This was the mantra But he wouldn't believe it For if anything was true in his heart Then it was that his wife would be there Untill one day she lost her patience Too tired to argue anymore "I hope she finds a parking spot" The happiness spread on his face A sigh of relief His heart opened once more Finally the shrink saw reason!
Who gets to decide who is crazy? In order to truely ease suffering, we must accept the situation fully first.