I am not psychotic she said
That's good because I'm not
Psychotic either I replied
Then what are you doing
Her eyes demanded to know
In this overcrowded madhouse
Whirling around us
Holding on to a rope
Holding on to your friends
If you have any
I can still love you I said
Even if I don't know you
That can be our banner
Our whisper in passing
Why would love
Shortchange itself
When it can go on forever