We sometimes live in a daze,
Gazing at vague visions of love and life,
Believing them to be the only thing that's real,
Forgetting all else that had (in fractions) made us what we were.
True, isn't it?
Insanity hits even the sanest of us all,
And when it comes,
it comes not alone,
it comes not in its original guise.
If only we knew,
Insanity is what it is,
As it comes enticing us into its arms.
Would we then have given ourselves to it blindly?
I bow to you in awed obeisance, O Insanity,
How powerful you must really be,
To have all of me choking in your hands,
Even without the slightest tightening of your grip.
Indeed, you are the greatest god of all gods,
I will now learn to appease,
Just so that in all compassion,
You will spare me ...
(for as long as I move about in this world as this physical being that I am now)
...of even the glimpse of your existence.
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