I let Insanity catch its breath

and allow Madness

the opportunity to walk off

its enflamed stitch,

I let Lunacy brag and boast

whilst I tie its shoe laces together

and folly I allow to run ahead,

stopping occasionally to pick

at buttercups it finds

beautiful at the side of the road.

 

Wisdom is far beyond me,

and Understanding its equal,

whilst judgement has gone out the window

in a hurry to win the win the race,

Reason perhaps catchable if I start again