Unmovable.
Grounded.
Fair.
Not bending to rules.
Not twisting my neck
to fit a narrow doorway.
A voice
like a signpost
pointing ahead.
Think this way.
Think that way.
Follow.
My mind is not a leash.
My instincts are a compass
never learned, never read.
I am not a follower.
I am not a prisoner.
I stand
in my own alignment.
I follow no rules
but the quiet authority
inside my own mind.
I let my brain lead.
I do not conform
to cages dressed as guidance,
to control disguised as care.
Yet I am called insane.
I say
I am
Sane.
Mar 2
Mar 2, 2026 at 9:59 PM UTC
Unmovable.
Grounded.
Fair.
Not bending to rules.
Not twisting my neck
to fit a narrow doorway.
A voice
like a signpost
pointing ahead.
Think this way.
Think that way.
Follow.
My mind is not a leash.
My instincts are a compass
never learned, never read.
I am not a follower.
I am not a prisoner.
I stand
in my own alignment.
I follow no rules
but the quiet authority
inside my own mind.
I let my brain lead.
I do not conform
to cages dressed as guidance,
to control disguised as care.
Yet I am called insane.
I say
I am
Sane.