I know I could be better
If I'd only take my pills but
I'm thinking that the advent of sanity
Is quite against my will.
I'd rather go on settled that life is meant this way'
I'll keep this hollow tumbling with the patches of decay.

I should be passing judgment on
The synapses in my head but
I know they're not worthy of
A reasonable defense;
Their wandering disposition etches a troubling maze
That scours the soundness
From the deepest tissue veins'

I could fault them for their lack of
An assured, formulatic march but
I'm sure their intentions
Are never far from off'
Despite their fragmentation,
Their measured rambling,
They suffer the same holocaust
As the whole of me.

I'd rather go on satisfied that life is meant this way'
I find myself content with delusions' certainty.

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