Genteel Madness

Devolved into a genteel kind of madness
And no longer beloved today
Morphed more…into a still stranger likeness
Removed of reality in every way

Scant recognizable
In the mirror of my mind
As well reflection
In rain silvered window

This genteel kind of madness
Be it yours? …tis it mine?
And if tis truly madness
How would one truly know?