The Clarity of an Insane Mind

CHRISTINE K. TREASE

The Clarity of an Insane Mind

Every night when I kneel to pray, I ask the Lord to keep me this way. Through tired eyes and thoughts sometimes hazy I ask to remain just a little bit crazy.

When I wake in the morning, I realize, the very moment I open my eyes, that my prayer was sincere as it could be. I want to remain just a little bit zany.

What a hum-drum life, like some I see, would mine be if I wasn't a little bit daffy? How many thoughts would I not have known If I surmised what the world had me clone?

Yes, I know that God hears me and answers my prayer, I'm a little bit batty and I'm still here. Some think I'm unbalanced, and slightly mad, But they've not lived the rich life that I have,

Nor thought the thoughts of a lunatic. No, I'm not unsound, less hopeful, or sick, I know where I'm going with my fanciful thinking With pure clarity and eyelids unblinking,

I trudge myself forth with a purpose in mind, To live like I'm crazed, not adhere to the grind. It may sound preposterous, but steadfast I remain, To see life's full potential through visions insane.