Sanity,
Can the brain
Distinguish between
The sane and the insane,
Should we ever relinquish
Our dreams,
To make everything
The same,
A life without illusion,
Cannot entertain hope,
In the desert of delusion
Dies the spirit,
Cannot cope
With the crushing
Deadly pressure,
Of a World where fantasy
Is no longer any pleasure
As imagination dies
And poetry, can no longer be
For evil men have hung her
From materialism's Tree.
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