With the proper Madness,
I will gather all the stars
In a wicker basket, for
The Universe is ours.
Let me live in Wonder of
The things they cannot see:
I have tried the safer path.
It had no room for me.
Why are you not dreaming?
Don’t you feel a spark inside?
Who has said you’re living life,
If Madness you must hide?
Mariella Hunt 
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