If sane is the mundane
then I wish to stray
away
from all that is same,
status quo
oh no
I cant go
to your school
your church
it hurts
I see
outside the box
over the wall
you thought
you were the fox
you couldn’t trick me
I didn’t take your fall
back then
to what was said
before
I am insane
But
at least I’m not begging
at your door
Inspired from an email received
May 9, 2008 · No Comments
Categories: Ramblings · free-form writing · nonsensical · peotry · poetry · random · talking · writing
Tagged: insane, normal, peom, poem, poetry, society, status quo
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