The Clarity of Insanity
Insanity is the clarity we all refuse to need
It's a fortress
Unbreakable
Impenetrable
Unfathomable
It's called sanity
We are told to think outside of the box
Our mind is herded
Controlled
If only we knew what treasures the box could hold
We were never in the box
The fortress
Sanity
Our freedom to think
Misguided
towards mental slavery
If you are in
Sanity
In
San
In the spiritual plain where your mind is truly free
And the pain of crazy is only in your mind
Even the smartest
And the best dressed
Can detest
How their mind is obsessed
With the singular opinions of the world
Why hate the insane when you are out of sanity’s gift
Why does Sane sound like a saint?
If i am insane
Am I in saint?
The saint?
In the state of mind where i can completely open up to the world
The woke awaken their third eye
But their 4th, 9th and 11th will remain blind
Let the pain of crazy cleans you
While some may call you coocoo
Insanity shows you what you do do
And directs you on what you should do
Break into insanity
Because thinking “outside the box”
Only gifts you vanity
Embrace the kiss of crazy
And dive into the world of insanity.
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