I Would Not Talk To Myself When I Am Sane

Right now… I’m as well as I know myself Knowing the world… knowing what we do To be the same as one of you… oneself How do we continue… knowing what we knew? I will pretend when necessary to even just smile I am learnt to fool fellow human beings I’m aged to credit an inch from a thousand mile Do you even know what is life till it means? I really truly hate my sane I really love the world and I hate humanities We share this world for our own gain Selfish and obscure in our very own priorities I know who I am to begin with I will become who I am to end with Do you know yourself to talk with? Because in our lifetime…thats all we deal with Do I know the world… doing what I do? Do you know yourself… being done? Can we all continue from what we knew? Did we sometimes change a little to decidedly run?