Insanity

So today, a dear friend tells me
I’m on my way to insanity
I wonder if it is melancholic fate
Or something I should celebrate

Friedrich Nietzsche,  my personal God
These very paths to insanity trod
Who am I, then, to turn away
And journey instead to intellectual decay?

I will not, I cannot,  I must not allow
Myself to be distracted, least of all now
When I possess those same words in my mind
That Nietzsche sacrificed his sanity to find

The same chords he struck then, today I will strum
Of what account then, my death in an asylum?
Lunacy is my lot, insane I must become
Not normal, not conforming, not humdrum

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