If on this site there was a category for insantity, I believe I would have to move into that place permanently...

Zen & the Art of Grandiloquence…

 

Are we gods of the write,

Do we see things in a differing light,

Do we write of life between black and white,

Are we in a mind that is neither left nor right…?

 

Do we ever find our mind in flight,

Our thoughts scattered beyond the known,

To a place that only a writer does roam,

A realm of infinite possibilities,

A plain where none of us has ever grown…

 

Insanity a subject of deep thought,

In a rubber lined room, taken when caught,

Past rows of similar rooms, of those in each we have sought,

We congregate with one another,

Allowing no outside intrusion,

Each of us knowing and understanding the others confusion…

 

Is this just rambling,

Or would this be the muse on rant,

Am I spouting only rhetoric,

Do I expand and expound with too much verbose,

When conversing with the self,

Am I with my sanity gambling…?

© ed ~ 3/28/06