I always had a struggle when it comes to remembering,
The things that I misplaced,
And the places I've once been,

Memories are so treacherous, vile and repulsive little things,

One moment you're lost in a carnival of delight,
Swinging by the moon and all the stars at your site,

Next it takes you somewhere you don't want to be,
Some place dark and cruel filled with damp ans ambiguous shapeless things you'd rather unsee,

Memories can be harsh and dangerous pieces of our beings,

But can we live without them?
They are what our reason is based on,
In the lives that we lead they serve as a chain,
They are the reason we know right from wrong,
Love from hate,
And good from evil,

Denying them,
Is denying reason itself.

Although..
What's so wrong with that really??
Its not like they are diamonds on the edge of our feet,
Its not like we are contractionally tied down to rationality,

We can still live the life less worried if we recant sanity,
Take an exit to our unpleasantries,
Ought to a haven of ultimate reality,

So when you find yourself locked in,
On a train,
Heading to a place in your past where screaming is unavoidable,
Remember this.....

There is a pill of freedom,
A place of peace,
The welcoming kingdom,
A cup of relief,
And I call it insanity

  



    
Inspired by The Joker