The Crazy

Alone and at the bar
The crazy comes to play
And sits with smoke and booze and thoughts
That scare the dates away.

Or maybe at the coffee shop
Sober as a mouse in church
sitting with a crazy thought
Feeling so alone.

Or maybe at the place you call
(loosely) home in a great chair
feeling dark and somewhat tortured
feeling so alone.

But people everywhere are known
To sit in bars and coffee shops
And in their chairs in cramped apartments
Feeling far too different.

And if the crazy finds itself
All the places that it does
Maybe you are not alone
But still a little crazy…

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