A sober thought to a drunkard's plight,  
Is like an insomniac’s dream of sleep in the night.  
Love's sweet embrace,  
Is nothing to a bird in a cage,  
As a wing that just won't take flight.  

A mind split in two; would be so strange,  
That finds no spare sense to pay for change.  
All things must weigh,  
Even as the world turns away,  
To call you deranged, out of its range.  
Live as you are made- to live with no shame.