Crazy World . . .

I saw the name of a file--"crazyworld." I opened and found a bit of nonsense that did not feel entirely like nonsense anymore . . .
Here it is:

Tweedle-de-dee, tweedle-de-dee

it's such a life of merrily

the dogs, they fly, and cats do spin

like tops upon a needle-pin.

I'm laughing, hacking like a clown

and hanging, swinging upside down.

It's the crazy life of might-have-beens

and what-if's and in-betweens.

Tweedle-de-dee, tweedle-de-dum

It's twisting away from the humdrum,

but I don't know and I can't care,

What happens there won't happen here.

I'm spinning, swirling out of focus--

It's a mad and sad and crazy circus.

The maybe's are a-gathering round

this dead old circus ground.

But none of it's real, none of it's real--

At least that's what I think, I feel

When dogs like kites, and cats like tops

and the wire sits and the grandee hops

and I'm laughing crying downside up

For I don't know where I am now

and I don't know where I'm going now.

And I don't know when or why or how.