proverbial madness
no longer a philosophical question
caged by your own infatuation
of an ideal world
the chaos, so ordered
anarchy?
ragerageragerage
nothing breaks the glass
dear Alice, agony is temporary
death is an illusion
permanence is a fallacy
insanity is absolute
yet relative to the situation
I am ever so irrelevant
in the grand scheme of things
I think therefore I am?
is that how you will define
my existence?
because
I can't think
there I suppose
I am
not