Propriety and sanity.
Puddles and insanity.
What will you choose?
We have everything to lose.
Will you cross the threshold?
To the horizon bold,
Or watch the rainbow scatter
Colours that might shatter
Your peace of mind.
I’ll choose insanity, I am blind,
You think with your mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem