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Madness

there is a little madness that sleeps inside my head
and it awakes and talks to me each night I go to bed

it speaks to me of heroes and the journeys that they take
in forests where there is no path it begs me now awake

its gentle tugs pull back the sheets as if by unseen hand
and whispers softly in my ear oh yes I understand

adventures unbelievable in wondrous lucid dreams
and there be dragons there to slay l wonder what that means

I now look forward to the night and madness as a friend
If I should die before I wake it may not be the end

for now there is a place I've seen just past the forest stand
where madness and adventure wait beyond the things of man

 

by Michael Bross

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