It is a crazed world
Where sanity and insanity war
Man tethered by responsibility
Grazing between choices
Choosing a pathway to lifelessness
The black hole of all human life
The one side that we do not know
Pulling each one of us randomly
When man chooses sanity,
He lives to a scale
Set by the society, family and himself
Balancing happiness between all
Hmm! What are a wondering way to live?
Sometimes I do think its easier to be insane
At least then I don't have to play by the rules
My dad a preacher, and mom a judge
Both speaking of hell,
One allegedly ruled by demons,
And another built of stone and bars
Designed for people like me
The sons of anarchy?
She replies, " yes indeed!"
And why do I believe her?
Is it a paranormal feature that all mothers have?
Or they just tap into their children's naivety?
Using sincere eyes that say, all is well
Hmm! A powerful weapon they wield
But anyway, this time,
some part of me still hinges
On the thought that insanity is better
Cause one doesn't have to be tethered by anything
am I demented?
Tell me, really, am I?
I understand that responsibility defines life
It is the soul of sanity
And yet most of those who choose it seem unhappy
Unlike our brothers who choose the later
Living care free and drowning in physical laughter
And yet, them too are not truly happy
Tell me dad, what is life?
Is it the choice of how we make us happy?
And if yes, what is happiness?
Is it that gained by sanity or insanity? Or may be both?
Huh? Tell me
Yours truly,
Markus,
The 10 year old son
Note: I will be playing with Cathy next door
Thought you should know in case you need me
I love her hair and she smells good
I understand you don't want me to play with her
But I just won't stop
Reason, because I like breaking rules
Love you mom. Love you dad
May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 3:45 PM UTC
It is a crazed world
Where sanity and insanity war
Man tethered by responsibility
Grazing between choices
Choosing a pathway to lifelessness
The black hole of all human life
The one side that we do not know
Pulling each one of us randomly
When man chooses sanity,
He lives to a scale
Set by the society, family and himself
Balancing happiness between all
Hmm! What are a wondering way to live?
Sometimes I do think its easier to be insane
At least then I don't have to play by the rules
My dad a preacher, and mom a judge
Both speaking of hell,
One allegedly ruled by demons,
And another built of stone and bars
Designed for people like me
The sons of anarchy?
She replies, " yes indeed!"
And why do I believe her?
Is it a paranormal feature that all mothers have?
Or they just tap into their children's naivety?
Using sincere eyes that say, all is well
Hmm! A powerful weapon they wield
But anyway, this time,
some part of me still hinges
On the thought that insanity is better
Cause one doesn't have to be tethered by anything
am I demented?
Tell me, really, am I?
I understand that responsibility defines life
It is the soul of sanity
And yet most of those who choose it seem unhappy
Unlike our brothers who choose the later
Living care free and drowning in physical laughter
And yet, them too are not truly happy
Tell me dad, what is life?
Is it the choice of how we make us happy?
And if yes, what is happiness?
Is it that gained by sanity or insanity? Or may be both?
Huh? Tell me
Yours truly,
Markus,
The 10 year old son
Note: I will be playing with Cathy next door
Thought you should know in case you need me
I love her hair and she smells good
I understand you don't want me to play with her
But I just won't stop
Reason, because I like breaking rules
Love you mom. Love you dad
thought I would drift your mind from unwanted meditation
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