poem | madness

I could run wild to the shore
to dip my feet in the surf
travel the world 
to explore newfound turf

I could board a train to Paris
and fall madly in love
then fly to an island
that the magazines write of

I'd find solace in a bookstore
then dance in the rain
become friends with the thoughts
at home in my brain

and when I come home and you say
"I think you've gone mad"
I'd turn to you and say
"why yes it seems I have,
but you've stayed still while I've roamed free...
so even if what you say is true
darling here's a secret,
so it seems are you."

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