Insanity Is Like Twisted twigs

I willingly cease to be normal
because I see no sense in doing so.
Intense as I may sound, this makes total sense
but I see how you might not think so.
At last I can see through the window
but don't tell me to get up and show
your ma and pa around my house
'cause I won't. Hah, what do you
think about that now?

It makes sense to pack up and leave
yet, it also makes sense
to unpack and stay behind.
Disaccorded facts all face down
over the misty hills of time
while marvelous lies rise up
and then come back around
just to twist your wig.

You may find yourself on an alien planet
and you don't know what to do.
And so you pick up a rock
and toss it through a forest
but it doesn't stop,
it just keeps on going.
At last it hits a mountain
and takes it down,
and when the dust clears,
it just keeps on going.