We don’t go mad,
We start out mad.
Screaming,
Crying,
Full of fear,
Irrational,
Superstitious,
Baby barbarians.
Then,
The anarchy of adolescence,
Gateway to adult temptation,
Free of consequential regard.
We don’t go mad,
We start out mad.
Some of us get better,
On and off,
Off and on.
Some of us get worse.
~ Russ Allison Loar
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