I'm alright with being crazy
insane, how you think my world is
insane, when your world consists of
crazy instruction
games of follow the leader
quiet disposition
I'm alright with being clinically insane
with it I content myself
I question, thus I am, always moving in and out of frame
inconsistent, as you say
maybe, I'm just in touch
making me clinically insane
Unbound by primary society
I do and say for myself, reinventing
how can I know who I am
if I dont go outside myself
to come in through one of those numerous back doors
perhaps, suppose, I can be found in everything
what lunacy do you make of that
How can I escape something you say is set in stone?
just who are you fooling?
just who is as irrational as to let others do the thinking
they lead you around like sheeple
round and round, too exhausted
too depleted to experience for yourself