Insanity

Disillusioned by the chase Hope has provided me Trust led to outcomes inferior to my expectations I realized in its frequency that It may be a dream Weakened by a temporary taste of ecstasy I choose love A fatal marathon I find necessary for my survival An irony we’re all too familiar with but some do not recognize We work so hard to live just to lose everything when we cease to exist Yet, our pursuits come before all common sense Because, there is possibility