O To Be Sane And Know It

Somewhere between starting and stopping
Is the impulse
Sudden subconscious processes
Dispense in a flash
Commands to the microanatomy
While time marching on
Oblivious to the inner chemistry
Swallows up the details.

How can so much be done
With such a small end in view.

The line between sane and insane
Is geographically drawn
Mannerisms of the insane
Make lonely outcasts
But halfway around the world]
The same acts are revered.

O to be sane and know it!