The Nexus of Insanity
Standing in the nexus of insanity
Nothing makes sense
Up is down
Right is left
Fiction is truth
Actually there is a desire
For fiction to be truth
It creates more facets
More layers of the stories
For those who spin tales
And those who live with them
There's no talking your way out
When you’re at the nexus of insanity
The more you say
The faster the vortex spins
Eventually your head aches so
And your mind is too confused
That you just stop
It’s then that you see the path back to the sane world
There is one odd feature
In the nexus of insanity
It's that you're compelled to order food
And no matter what you request
The check is always the same
Ninety-two dollars plus tip