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I want to be crazy but I find that I am not
There is order in my bones and fire in my eyes and enough sense in my spirit to burn a million bridges
I lift up mine eyes to the hills and search them for signs of life
I dig the earth to find where my feet would take me
I tumble for hours in the dessert streets of the world to see what I'm up against
My body is right
My mind wanders but aims to please
I write letters and I write songs and I write memories until I have enough paper to
ticker-tape the universe
I laugh at myself because I know it's not enough
Do I drive you mad too?
It's okay because we are all mad here
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