My Happy Place
These days, a madman lives inside my head. He screams all night while I'm in bed, and no one else can hear. And come the dawn he changes with the day - he'll smile below the eyes and say (to anyone who's near), "Show's done, and not a thing to see here, folks. So move along." And then he cloaks his rage, behind my face.
I'd say the lunatic has earned his keep by screaming nightly. While I sleep, he keeps the world at bay. And since the news is always bad of late I'm sure you can appreciate my need to get away.
So I embrace my sanity, but share a spot for madness; that is where I find my happy place.