this time in our humanity
is so divine,
where insanity is controlled by nothing other than time.
time dripping off ledges like
stumbling rocks,
when it breaks against the ground
is when time finally stops.
killing our insanity
essentially kills our souls,
without time in our lives,
where would we go?
we'd be stuck in a moment
for the rest of our lives,
insanity is our destination,
and our dictator is time.