Doubt Or Embraced by Madness: A Journey Beyond

Well ... probably ...

Here, she is!

Madness comes into my head to settle down.

Fortunately, I'm not lazy, but crazy!

That everything I did was far away from Earth.

It’s the wine,

I happened to hear.

And spluttered like the wind on my face

that everything they thought petted my throat

And made it fancy a sick, though stomach did not ingest comestibles.

No stomach food. I mean.

Brain food for thought. You see.

Is it a solution, not oblation in a sea,

Fortunate are you since they’re in inebriation.

Indeed, it may be so,

Here, she stands, amidst the show.

Madness finds a home within my mind,

But in my heart, a zestful spirit, you'll find.

It's not idleness, but wildness that reigns,

As I venture far from Earth's mundane plains.

It's the wine, they say, that sets me free,

Whispers carried upon the wind, in glee.

The gusts caress my visage, just as they

Tickle my throat with thoughts that sway.

My stomach empty, yet my mind is fed,

With brain food, ponderings that lie ahead.

A remedy, perhaps, not a sacrifice at sea,

Fortune smiles upon those in a state of glee.

Intoxicated with life, and all its charms,

We journey onwards, embraced by madness' arms.

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