Posted by Paco (204.111.23.207) on May 24, 2000 at 20:20:22:
Written centuries ago, the author lost in time, it seems to apply to our unique malady:
Tom o' Bedlam's Song
With a host of furious fancies
Whereof I am commander:
With a burning spear
And a horse of air,
To the wilderness I wander.
By a knight of ghosts and shadows,
I summoned am to Tourney:
Ten leagues beyond
The wild world's end;
Methinks it is no journey.
Anonymous