I have started my slow descent into madness,
and on the whole, I must say,
I find the whole thing quite enjoyable.
One could perhaps even say it was fun,
if one were so inclined.
Why should these words fill you with angst?
They are not reason for concern!
Now, if I were depressed, or suicidal,
there would be a reason for your worry.
But, as I am quite jolly at the undertaking,
I think celebrations are in order, dont you?
Why would you reckon my reasoning is folly?
After all, is it not structurally the same as jolly?
Weep not, I say!
Waste not a tear and wipe your frown away.
I am in a happy place,
and who else can say the same?
What is madness anyway?
Is it to toil and struggle
from nine to five in misery?
Does not this descent hold more adventure
than a days slavery at earning money,
which you will only find excuse to give away?
Au revoir, Im off and leaving sanity
to you who see its comforts.
As for me, my wild adventure now begins
as I break with all conventions.
