The Insanity Of Our Sanity
Forgetting the now
Remembering a recalled future
From an omnipresent past
Imagining a dawn
From the dusk of memory
Shadows of insomnia
In the daylight of weariness
Creating ourselves
In our own absence
Leaving home
And yet being present
In the emptiness of its solitude
Working for our emancipation
Yet enslaved by our routines
Increasing our worth
And reducing our worthiness
Forgetting the meaning
And reinforcing the means
Abandoning freedom
And embracing incorporation
Counting alms
And discounting kindness
Revering the deity
Of our murdered fraternity
Deserting friendships
For the intimacy of a cause
Starving the child
To nurture the brute
Existing to conquer
And stooping to climb
Wishing to desire
And desiring to hope
Seizing our moment
From the banality of our times
Is it The madness of our sanity?
Or the sanity of our madness?