A little bit of madness,
Never did anyone any harm.
But what if you flirt with insanity,
Flattered by it’s charm?
Then they’ll say you’re lost to the world,
Entertaining the ghosts of your own,
Chattering to the paranoid voices,
On an imaginary phone.
Shouting down an empty well,
Gazing at faces in a kiln,
The talk begins to swell,
There’s word of ‘doing something’
But you ask, why should something be done?
Because your happier like this, not letting those meddlers in,
So when you see them advancing, perhaps you’ll start to run,
And give the one’s with ‘good intentions’ a chase,
Which you’ve no doubt already won.
Yes, a little bit of madness, sometimes,
Can even be immensely fun.
