My fingers tap-along the wood-
To replay-the melody
The release-the sort buzzing tunes-
That never cease in me

Mistaken for insanity-
Maybe-this is true
All though-who knows insanity
For I say- it’s in you

However- I know better-
Because-it’s in us all
The sane parts tell us-but nothing
The insane shows us all

But- it is merely conjecture
For from our minds-we see
And if it’s our minds we question-
The proof-ceases to be-