I know why the insane man screams...
And beats incessently against his cell
For we, are MUCH the same...
Trapped in the confines that are sure to demise us...
Oh, and alas! Why must he scream with pain?
It is the first of many lasts! Last of freedom's crumbs! Last rights,
and lasting sorrow!
This i say, and mark me here:
"I wish that i was he!"
For, I must break free.
Only if I was trapped in a blissful joy such as he,
I might be happy!
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