The man was a child once upon a time
He listened in amazement to a rhyme
His mother would read to him at night
About what was wrong and what was right

The stories were amazing and made him think
Discovering a magic world made out of ink 
Travels of the mind became peacefully sane
Bringing forth words of love and then pain

Age brought new ideas to put on paper fresh
This quickly became a chore each day to test
Age overtook him and the words flowed free
The love of pain became quite easy to see

The thoughts that are found deep in the mind
Can be written down in some kind of rhyme
Be it funny or sad, intense or plain, words shown
Will release any pain inside that has grown

And in the end it is easy to see what I mean
When you understand what you have just seen
I have spilled out more words without vanity
To maintain my position of peaceful insanity

Again with cleaning up my drafts and posting today.

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