I lost my sanity long ago
If I were to search it would be in vain
for it has been swept away
by the broom of Time.

Losing ones sanity
The found seem lost
while the lost
are merely on the brink of a river
that could carry them to nothing.

A rain drop is a tear from the devils
As they try to save what little inhumanity there is left.
A wind does not speak but brush by
feeling superior to you and those 'round.

You're hands are not works of a god
but of pure coincidence, shaped to fit a purpose
A purpose lost on you, lost in the pores of leaves
as they take in your purpose.

I lost my sanity long ago
And I rather not look for it
For it has not bothered to look for me.

I have to translate this emptiness into something tangible
Something I can easily digest
Because, currently, it is choking me
I want to see this beast with my own eyes
To stop those mind numbing questions
That have me drowning in self doubt
Am I sane?
Is this real?
Because it sure is real enough to lay me out on the ground
Questioning the reality of the stars watching me from great distances away
Sanity, such a fleeting thing.
Decided by culture and the forces that be.
It is hard to think outside of the box
When it would leave you drowning in the sea.

Realization of sanity
Standing on the edge looking at the ground,
Shall I jump without making any sound?
A beautiful peace never experienced before,
Drifting to a new world through an open door.
Would life pass me by as quickly as they say?
Or maybe more painful day by painful day.
Stepping back quickly, I suddenly realize,
Love all around keeps us from demise.
I could not be so selfish to all that love and care,
Then I think again,
What if they were not there?