Madness comes and madness goes;
just like the tide, it ebbs and flows.
It’s here today and gone tomorrow,
With all its joys and pains and sorrow.
I’m told it’s governed by Moon rise
But is that truth, or is that lies?
All I know is that it’s real;
a thing you see, hear, taste and feel.
What is the truth, the cause, the cure,
or is it simply something pure;
A state of grace it once was seen.
So many things in the past it’s been,
but now, today it’s a disease
that brings so many to their knees.
‘Contain and treat’ the path today,
but do we simply spirits flay
with drugs to shield us from their truth
and steal away their inner youth.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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