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Ode To Insanity

With a spirit without aim and a lock without key
We slowly create our surreality
with a prepackaged soul you can get now for free
This song is my name and this laughter is me

With a whip and a steed and a highdollar bet
I tell you you haven't seen anything yet
If you think that our winning this race is a threat
The point of our exercise you'll never get

With a spirit without aim and a lock without key
We slowly create our surreality
with a prepackaged soul you can get now for free
I'll do anything at all that brings me glee

Our future is clear our horizon is vast
Our choice has been made and our die has been cast
Our flag is raised up to the fullness of mast
For the tyrant of reason has fallen at last

With a spirit without aim and a lock without key
We slowly create our surreality
with a prepackaged soul you can get now for free
I'll act on whatever whim occurs to me

We've opened the doorway of imagination
ripped open the box and set free our creation
from abstract ideals to simple sensation
we've finally completed our disintegration

With a spirit without aim and a lock without key
We slowly create our surreality
with a prepackaged soul you can get now for free
the freedom of dream is our only decree

Wherever he ends up where'er he arrives
the journey's the point the adventure's the prize
there's no higher purpose to dictate our lives
we dance on a whim and we sing our reprise

We've pulled out the stops
We've set loose the dogs
We're acting like animals
raining like frogs
we've all gone quite mad
but why are you upset?
what was it that you
imagined that you'd get?

Man's mind had it's glory
reason had it's time
it failed you spectacularly
it's not worth a dime
Now give us our turn
and give us our play
you all had your say
now ours is the day

Our laughter will ring
Our trumpets will sing
Our madness will scream
our joy is now free
and for our final act
for the greatest of tricks
we'll show you what happiness
always must be

To think is to feel
To know is to speak
to be what you are
is to be but a freak
An inkblot's a plan
An explosion's a tune
A hero's a madman
A genius a loon

Beauty is marvelous
vision a veil
greatness deviance
sacred unreal
virtue spontaneity
nonsense profound
confusion inviolate
chaos unbound

And our minds are open and our eyes are closed
and our hearts are bleeding like a drying rose
the blind have all spoken and the path that they chose
arises before us and in blackness it glows

This great game of shadow
is now almost done
We thank you for playing
each and every one
now everyone's dead
and no one has won
and we thank all the dead
for all the great fun

The sky was your own, and you settled on blue
Your life was your own and you settled on gray
and I was on trial and you settled on true
and now the earth burns like a forgotten fillet

You took up our reigns and you showed us the way
you entered our brains and you molded our clay
you all ruled the world, your minds were a blur
and you were all marvelous, you really were

You spoke all your thoughts and you did what you may
and your names echoed loud and then floated away
Now give us our turn and give us our play
you all had your say now ours is the day

You spoke all your thoughts and you did what you may
and your names echoed loud and then floated away
Now give us our turn and give us our play
you all had your say now ours is the day

With a spirit without aim and a lock without key
We slowly create our surreality
with a prepackaged soul you can get now for free
This is my Ode to Insanity
This is my Ode to Insanity
Written by scarletegret (Sasha Fenn)
Published
Author's Note
It's difficult for me to find tags for this one. If a "#madness" tag existed, I'd use that. "#Surreal" also fits. I wasn't entirely satisfied with any of the others I saw.

This was written for possible inclusion in a novel, with the story alternating between one of the characters singing the song and narration of events between verses, perhaps after each repetition of the refrain. But my progress on the novel stalled, and I've gotten some positive feedback from friends I've shown this poem to, so I figure it's worth publishing as an independent piece.

I took influence from various places, but I'll at least mention André Breton's first Surrealist Manifesto, which sometimes appears to romanticize madness. I think this work captures the narrator's personal take on surrealism.
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