Sane Again
Sane again.
They tell me that I’m sane again;
I tell them I think so too.
I’m acting like I’m sane again,
But I’m starting to doubt whether that is the truth.
To sanity and beyond, I broke the bond;
I’ve never broken the mould, when I wrote a song.
I just spoke my words and they had never been heard;
Every filthy cursed word just sits on the shelf,
With me engulfed in the dirt.
I duck and swerve for I am bad for my health
And bad for my wealth and bad to myself.
So sue me, or soothe me, or worry about yourself.
I have nothing left to fear, but fear itself.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Copyright © Aa Harvey | Year Posted 2016
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