/lit/ - Literature

There's a reason to this Madness
and there's Truth in every Lie

There's a reason to this Madness
and there's more than meets the Eye

There's a reason to this Madness
it tasteless like apple pie

There's a reason to this Madness:
acknowledging the "why"

Static lines across digital times, we're lusting for obscurity
Re-programming our minds, our crimes, pursuing absurdity

There's this curve-ball that's been thrown at me
Asking "why do I have to make this call?
No, not that one, not any one in particular now that you've asked and made me think.
I'm not sure if I'm even talking about the telephone or decision-making.
It's 'Why, why, why?' all the way down.

Isn't there a kind of romance in the life of hikikomori
some sort of siren song in their solitude?
Have you seen that Facebook meme:
Would you take $2 million to live in this cabin for 30 days with NO INTERNET?

It made me wonder:
Would you take a lifetime to live in this room with a high-speed Internet connection?
I think I might…

Isn't there a kind of romance in a library
some sort of siren song in the smell of books?
Have you seen the sign in every such establishment:
Quiet Please! People are reading

It made me want to shout:
What are you reading today?
Why are you reading it here, instead of at home in privacy?

There's a reason to this Madness, I'm sure you see it too
The reason for this Madness is, simply put:
The "I" in me likes to glimpse the "I" in you

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First draft, just finished it, please rip it to bits