I'll take thee not stupid for crazy
For I'd rather be dangerous than bored
I would rather continue the maybe
Than stop at the edge of the sure
I would rather to count to the proper amount
And not of an ounce ignore
I'd rather have balance of color
Than suffer of garish decor
I would rather die in the light of truth
Than under the weight of a lie
I prefer to laugh at my own behalf
Than that at which others cry
Some doors I choose to leave open
Others one must key or pry
I choose to awaken some demons
And let other sleeping dogs lie
I read the signs on the road
Tho' follow the paths of my heart
For no soul yet hath seen all that lies between
My personal finish and start
At length I keep my eyes open
But time comes when eyes must be closed
Best not to keep vigil till thought doth fizzle
But to seek an intended repose
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