So, I got the compulsion to write again, but this one's short. Given the readership here, I thought a few of you might get something out of it.
There's no title. Just a poem. Written today.
Love and Lyte,
The little lies we tell
are the truths that keep us from
Stark Raving Mad's city limits.
The madder, the crazier, we become
the more we avoid becoming worse.
Because while we take midnight
trips away from Sanity,
eyes must close and blink open