The Point of Insanity

the point of insanity for me is watching you repeat the stage of gratification for me is waving at you when you escape diving off of the high dive when you arrive is i as the quiet wayfarer every stumble is a New Discovery and another Story Beginning maybe i am talking to a wall still and another touch of gray is bringing forth tears maybe the avenue of my mind is an overused highway full of hesitant potholes whatevernevertheless, my life is timid lightening whispering in my ear in miniflashes from here, i never know where to go from here, i never know where to row from here, i constipate myself to ice cold so that i do NOT continue to grow i just wanna stay right here where i can always here The Answer 'Yes' however, 'Yes' says 'no', and i am left sneezing due to the lingering chalkdust........