What is sanity but a healthy love for oneself manifested in which way the beholder sees fit?
What is insanity but an opened mouth and an imprudent beholder of faith?
The self-proclaimed members of sanity have the right to deal insanity its sentence.

By the majority of the populous claiming a vice as a virtue;
Does it become agreeably sustainable to the self-knighted moral being?

So who is sane? Who is insane?
I can only express to you that I honestly do not know.
Sane men could be sane because they hide their thoughts from others through prudence,
Insane men do not have this luxury, they reveal too much of their inner nature.

If what it takes to live is a stoicism and acceptance of my primeval comatose state;
Does it then mean I need to turn my animalistic nature into an illusion for the sake of my sanity?
Although, as the cycle goes, the illusion regretfully becomes a reality;
And what I tried to hide has grown exponentially since I last repressed it;
When the candle of persona fades; the light inevitably dies.
And, the inner beast has got me under duress

I do know that I don’t know, and I know I never will.
This is my fate;
All I can do is not project my insecurities unto other people and nature;
Not personalize everything that is impersonal;
Not corrupt my heart with hate
And trust the empirical mendacity of the universe.

Where art thou?
My beautiful rose, my starry night;
Beyond the cloud-covered sky;
My confidant in this mad world;
The lover of my flawed nature;
I have something to share with you;
Something stirring within my soul;
Deep inside;
Hidden from the eyes of my mind;
But felt by the broken hands of my heart
Hidden from the closest to me;
But heard by the furthest away;
This desire unknown to me;
Will be fully quenched by you;
This pain I feel;
Can only be healed with the bandages of your soul
So where art thou my lover?
Time is running out;
I raise my voice for you;
But the world drowns out my shout.

In this moment,
It has already become the past;
My current thoughts;
Disappear so fast;
What does the future hold?
The present slips away as soon as I glimpse it;
It is no more;
Life is running backwards;
Faster than I can perceive;
In this moment;
However fleeting;
What do I believe?

Fleeting images of life;
Rampant ideas of pleasure;
Snatched away by an unseen predator;
Hidden within my dark forest;
The canopy opens up and releases light;
False sense of happiness;
Deceptive illusions of hope;
I do not have the power to climb these withered trees;
And see something beyond the eternally dark forest

Prophetic words come easily;
To a broken heart;
The truth that slashes and slices;
That pierces through all things;
Which where once held as the truth.
What is to come -
Is a gathering of what is and what has been;
Civilizations rise and fall;
The Sun rises and sets;
All that is living dies;
All things once thought of as immortal perish;
Even the gods rise and fall!
But the spirit of the times cannot be deceived;
This truth;
Is timeless.