I know I’m next to being sane,
But, honestly, who’s not?
Each one of us has got a brain
Through which illusion’s shot.

The difference is that I’m aware
My mind is like a flea
Which, while it’s sailing through the air,
Considers that it’s free.

But, sometimes, I forget my self,
And then I’m like a child
Who likes to dress up as an elf
And go out in the “wild”.

But, then again, why shouldn’t they?
That’s, after all, the grown-up way.

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