Sanity is a luxury
Fed to every human
To stay comfortable
To enjoy reality
The sane are lost
Inside their man-made reality
Every day, they wake up in the morning
To feed their egos
And engage in short-term satisfactions
? Sanity
The insane are crazy
Questioning everything
In their paranoia
They trust no one
The seekers are crazy
Questioning everything
In their path
The dreamers are crazy
Sifting through their dreams
In search of meaning
The lovers are crazy
Opening their hearts
To a strange kind of Love
Falling in Love with everything
Insanity
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