Stretched Thin

I so often feel I’ve gone mad,

At the very least, partially insane.

For a moment I see the clearest picture,

Till’ water dulls the paint.


I sat down to have a chat with logic,

It grew legs and walked away.

Searching far and wide I found,

He was a drunkard who’d gone astray.


In desperation I sought out reasoning,

It said it’d surely listen.

I had merely said anything,

Before she came to a decision.


And so I found,

Without much consideration,

The friends that live in my mind and I,

Were condemned to damnation.


To live out this life,

Indecisive and confused.

Walking the line between sane and senseless,

I simply hope the devil is amused.

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