Divine Madness Poem by Ruerd Visser

Starkling mad they cought me,
at first it seems real sorry.
But i forego on whorrying,
as i read this chapter
in the book in my life.
And soon i come to realise,
one of life's little surprises:
My perseverance in following this tale,
makes the bad things in comparison seem pale.
As i say one, two three,
do you know what i see?
Four, five, six,
i know every tric!
Seven, eight, nine,
my life's purpose is divine!