Sanity

[randomusername]

snow is snow
and rain is rain
but the only lasting things
are fear and shame,
dismal and discomfort
anger and longing
anguish and rage
all of these wronging
my senses, my joy, and that which i am
or am i,
hmm a good question to ask
so i ask
so ask yourself this
you reader who reads.
if you like snow and you notice the rain
what is it that keeps the fog away.
that haze, the smog and the fog
is what keeps me thinking
thinking about not much at all.
but that not much at all turns out to be a lot
fore when you think you begin to plot
and to see things through new eyes
eyes which hide the feel and the noise
the smells and the laughter and all that i hear is my voice
longing for someone, someone who's also no joyous,
someone just like me, who sees what i see
who thinks the same and likes to be different and insane,
a funny little word when you think
sane
the word is my bane
i cant understand it, but it understands me
understands that I'm awful to close to the boundary
between it and what the mad people see.
but is being insane really that bad,
just think for a moment,is it really that sad?
to believe what you want,
and to sleep without sleep,
to see without eyes,
and to be without being.