Yes, you are mad.

Well of course you're mad
but you have this light,
Shines brighter than the dull stars
all around, you're a sparkler.
We mingle and mumble with the ashes here.

Well of course you're mad!
But you see so clear, a clear that cuts
all the bullshit outta here. It's like a Dyson.
You are a whirl to all us slaves,
swishing up the dirt of us, when you 
won't you 
won't you 
won't behave!


Cor, Dec 1999