Wouldn’t that be … crazy?
(only now just crazy)
Wouldn’t I be … crazy
(I’d have to be crazy)
If I thought that crazy
(when I thought crazy)
Was anything but wrong?

(In between sweet lines of verse,
I dare to tell you the worst of worse.
We are crazy, if we get it wrong.)

Why can’t I be … crazy?
(wasn’t I crazy)
Wouldn’t I then be … crazy?
(I must be crazy)
If I thought that maybe
(when I knew crazy)
Was everything, but wrong?

(In between gross lines of verse,
I came to tell I mind my works,
And, am I crazy, if nothing is wrong?)

Everyone, to me, seems … crazy.
(Why not be crazy?)
Are we really real, yet … crazy?
(we have to be crazy)
If we thought, we were strong,
(and especially crazy?)
Would we be wrong?

(In between our thoughts of Now,
We dare to tell all we have seen,
Of no return, and, we become nothing.)

Can’t you see I'm … crazy?
(‘til-the-end crazy)
Wouldn’t you want to be … crazy?
(you’ve got to be crazy)
If you thought, that one day,
(if you are not crazy)
We would all get along?

(In between sweet lines and gross,
Tolls the anniversary of words.
Am I crazy, to sing so … crazily?)

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
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