I chortle at your thoughts, so exceedingly strange
With those mindless insinuations that I am insane
You perceive me all wrong, with your inflexible mind
Where all must go straight, but I like squiggly lines
For where you have the common two eyes, I have four
One for the soul, one for the heart, for my head two more
Yes, Your ideas so incredibly inane
For even the mention that I am insane
You puff up with pride, “I have evidence!” you proclaim
That I was chatting with my reflection in the windowpane
I smirk at the implication; you make it sound so queer
Actually, I was just telling it, it looked better in the mirror
To tell you a secret, I just wanted it to leave me and go
Twas raining outside, my reflection was getting soaked,
Nevertheless, I’m not a Good Samaritan, I believe I did lie
For it was obstructing my view, and I wanted to see the outside
Do you think I’m mad, because I thank the darkness now and then?
But darkness helps me in hide n’ seek, wouldn’t you want it as a friend?
Or is it because every time you ask me to tidy a spot
That I turn upside down and say, “Dirty? It’s not!”
But don’t you see the ceiling is always pristine
And if the world was reversed, we’d never have to clean!
Is it because I laugh when I’m sad?
The tears tickle my face; they always have.
See there’s all this proof, that I’m not at all insane
And your impractical proclamations are in vain
You scratch your head in confusion, frustrated you stomp your feet
Pointing that finger at me, demanding that I should see a shrink
I just wag my finger, No, it wasn’t to exercise my joints
I was just telling you simply “That it’s impolite to point”
For where your eyes are like a telescope,
To see the beauty of the sea and look above unto the stars
My eyes are like a kaleidoscope
Where beauty comes to me, and I don’t have to look that far
You tear out your hair as if it were attached to your brain
I stare at you now, and I believe it is you who’s insane