Their plethora of crazy or no room for daisies.
Madness is our sanity.
Sanity is madness.
Pushing reason in its place,
Doesn't bring a gladness.
It should come with little smiles,
Intervals for giggles,
Only then will reason count.
Otherwise it nibbles.
There is always time for song,
Paired with tiny schisms.
Only thus can I approach,
Life's many algorithms.
Every person has their way,
Their plethora of crazy.
Or we'd be an empty field,
With no room for daisies.
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