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.
Christine K. Trease
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-clarity-of-an-insane-mind/
