Is poetry my madness?
Am I a mad man?
What had I been
And what did I not do
In the fits of madness?
A mad man
Whimsical and crazy
I felt myself a great man
Into the spates of my whims,
Carried away by the wind
Of greatness.
Now think I
How much foolish had I been,
How did I waste time,
How did I money,
Sidetracking the necessities
Of life and living,
Even ignoring illness
And purchasing medicines,
How foolish and impractical
Had I been
That wrote I poetry?
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