Madness is hope eternal
A voice, one soothing, that sings
Of lies made truth,
and truth made lies

What do you get from wanting?
Wanting, wanting, and wanting?
Reaching for chests within gaps you don't fit in

They fade, ebb to what is forgotten
In time, only with time,
And time saw me plenty

A muddled mind, aged by spiraling
Spinning, spun, unfocused
Too long -- a sudden stop.

Madness. Madness is love, or was it?
Madness are all of you hidden in prose
In song, in longing too long
Unmet

Madness is a voice,
Alone.

Madness is clarity,
awake.

Madness stops
awake


Penned by my hand on the 20th of Ero, in the year 975 AF.