Crazy

They call us Crazy.

Well, Crazy crawled from the hazy
Maze of shining knights and darkened days,
Like brazen blazing daisies
In bouquets of sunny rays
Slashing through the lazy glaze
Of a hundred thousand grays,
Finding ways by their “Obey!”s,
Staying all the preying praise
That loves as it betrays.
While every NO is raised,
As all else always sways,
Our twisting never strays –
We hold to hope!

I also call us Crazy.

Crazy

Drawn by Mathmaclar whose art can be found here.

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