Ode to Insanity

How easy t'would be 

to be taken by thoughts and words,
than the curves and lines of an imperfect human being.
To be taken by intellect and mind,
which, in this world is rare to find
But hark! We only love the caricature and the mold
which is sold to thee - who holds the key,
to the treasures of my deepest dependence. 

How easy t'would be
not to speak but to think out loud,
to the person of desire, clear and aloud.
To be taken by a soul which happily donates happiness
Unlike the sway of her proud mocking tress. 

But hark! Black trickles down from our eyes
polluted and stained,
injured and maimed,
from poppy's milk deprived.

How easy t'would be
to be aroused by allusions
than the voice of delusions which haunts the innocent truth.
To be taken by the wyldest of dreams
than the agony of our feelings' ruthless screams.

Reality is way too crude for our liking,
Its better to be dwelling in madness- striking
  out the world- insolent and uncouth.

How easy t'would be
to know nothing,
yet, to live everything.