Insanity - Poem by Arah Morrison
The past is a mirror of the future.
Reflecting the fate of us all.
A destiny takes a lot of pre-planning,
So lets get on the ball.
These white walls give me no answers
But the questions always linger there.
My lips are talking to me.
Do I really have a reason to care?
Friends and enemies blend in together.
Just like everything else, they change just like the weather.
Right beside insanity, wisdom stands.
Am I the only one whose heart has eyes?
Doesn’t anyone else understand?
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