One may find the ramblings of a confused mind soothing.
The waves of insanity gently washing over the sands of reason.
The footsteps of ones memories washed away with every wave.
Should we embrace those words or listen to another shore.
All the world the playground for the mind.
All the mind a playground for the soul.
And the soul a playground for the heart.
Who is the master of the vessel of life?
Who should dare admit control over this?
I dare not say I am that person whose certainty comforts insanity.
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