Then there are the others
The ones who can speak clearly
Still feeling deeply
And all the while maintaining sanity
When walking the razors edge of lunacy
The ones who are mad
Laughing in the face of danger
And fear
And loss
And pain
And seeing even in loss
The something that's gained
The lesson better learned and never forgotten
Glory be to the others!
Because with each trap
They don't fall in
There is a torch being advanced
And more light to combat the darkness
Those blessed others
Who know at least as much
Or more
Or all
Or truth
And see the ultimate goal
Without distraction

well,
This wasn't composed for youthful souls
But rather the old ones
The ones who have seen it all
And will continue to see
Despite the agony
Despite defeat
Or pain
Or fear
Or worse than death
A loss of feeling

I wrote this from my soul
So I don't expect you to understand
I wrote this for the others

if you don't know by now
Who I'm talking about
Just look to the past
They're names are littered through history
And others exist today
They are the ones who will hear me
You may know them by a craft

The others will always create art