The poems and the illness
Might be one and the same

Shakespeare was quite right
To wonder what's in a name

Sickness is the state
Pascal for Christians claimed

And Robert Louis Stevenson
Also suffered the same

Honestly, dear reader,
I think of future fame

But life is suffering
And writing is a game

I try to play it well
Sometimes wild; sometimes tame

Some will say biochemistry
Unbalanced in my brain

Oh! I read a lot of books
Like Don Quixote from mystic Spain

There's a light in the distance
Who drives the bullet train?