Identity ;
I have been so sane lately
I think I might be crazy
If crazy was my identity
What have I become?
I treated my weaknesses vainly
Now my world is grizzly
Colourless
Void of emotions
Uncopywritable.

Dreams;
I dream of better times
But I know dreamers lie
Do dreamers lie?
The winter slumber
Creates the illusory.

Illusive;
To live is to think
Thoughts over imaginations
I think red daisies
Blue roses
Straight circles
Pink nights
Purple rain.
Mirrors into past moment
Foretell the casted personality
I know what is but not what isn’t
And then what is isn’t what is not.

Socrates calls me a fool
I know not;
And I know not that I know not
Socrates calls me a fool
But do I claim to know
When knowledge is certainty
And certainty is unreachable
How then can I know
Perhaps I’ll pray.

Religion only for the masses ;
I guess am an elite
I’ve forgotten how to pray
I’ve lost my urge to need
I’ve lost my quest for believe
Opium of the masses
If that is what I used to be
What have I become?

I am
I think
I know
Sanity equals insanity
Ten thousand twisted edges of life
I have been so sane lately
I think I might be insane
If crazy was my identity
What have I become?

👌 Iwritealot

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