Crazy was a happy place
Full of bizarre love
And incomprehensible happiness.
Perpetual motion
In concentric circles
Always jumping
From line to line
Idea to idea
Wall to wall
Still and moving
All the time.
The move was not so difficult
Crossing only three state lines
And passing through Mayhem
On my way to sanity.
No one warned me to turn back
Or falter
For each was lost in his own
Private
City.
I found Sanity
Without help
Without question.
It was clearly marked
"Entering Sanity"
And I stepped across without
Trepidation
Or Hesitation.
But now I must admit
In a tear-crusted confession
That I miss Crazy.
Quarreling quails and
Waltzing willows
Are common in Crazy.
But in Sanity
They are extinct.
Reality runs rampant
And sad faces
Of people too busy
To know their own loneliness
Bask in a fraying sun
Of imagined pride
And soak in lukewarm baths
Of make-believe beauty.
Make-shift huts of security
Hide their stern inhabitants
From freezing-cold snow
Made of rational, rhyming reality.
The ground is cold
And my feet stick to it
With the super-glue of gravity
And duct-tape of reality.
Sanity is a sad place to be
For its cities are full
Of people like me.