I read a poem saying all poets are insane
It really got me thinking
Sometimes I feel my brain
Is like a ship while it's sinking
And the sky is pouring rain
While the crew try's to bail
Like my thought's and my pain
To try and fail with no prevail
However,
Sometime I am happy
My poems full of joy
In a world that has fallen
Like the ancient city Troy
So,
Maybe poets are insane
Or maybe they're the only sane
Writing through the growing pain
Beautiful like a glowing mane
Of a lion on the crazy train
What really is insane?
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Dylan
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"Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world." -Percy Shelley, "A Defense of Poetry"