The Parade

They tell you you’re going to be okay
they tell you they will keep you safe
everybody’s here to stay
those who lost their way

I can’t remember the times I lost my mind
when nobody knew my name
now you must be blind
the half of it, I am being kind

And, my sanity is called into question
but I really don’t mind too much
my world is mine alone
to me already known

Stoic Poetry

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