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By Rob J. Spain 

When you reach into the bag of the sane
Do you daftly find that you are the only one
Posessing the insanity?
Open arms of the crazed grins
Are tempting
As silence beckons once again.
If you were to rip open the heart of a man
Would you really find the truth of his soul?
Or would you be aghast to find layers and layers of untruth?
What is the price of deception?
We are all lost in the maze of
Of padded walls and absorbent bed sheets.
Once I thought that I had found
Love and yet I realize it was that
Which drove me to the brink
Of this unexplained state.
O'er the blue skies and through
The rivers deep
I shall never know the
Price or the luxury
Of normalcy.