I call out for sanity;
But where is she?
Are you hiding in the ideas of others?
Are you standing behind the prophets?
You are as slippery as water;
I cannot get a hold of you;
I see you but cannot perceive you;
Is it because my friend folly so loves?
And you are a wicked *****?
Is it because I hate the truth -
But rejoice in the false?
Or perhaps I am too blind to see;
That there is beauty in unperceived reality;
Regardless of my insanity?