Sanity

Just something I wrote mainly for the performance of it. Try saying it out loud

Sanity.  A term used to describe/ The normality of people/ As if normal had a definition/ But it’s all relative/ Yet despite these confusions in terms/ We still sweat out through our pores/ The fear that we may not be considered/ Sane/ To the naked eye of passers-by/ And I know that rhymed/ But I still can’t find/ Any part of me that cares.

Sanity.  What’s the use/ When all we do is judge/ Like we have no faults of our own/ But no one was perfect/ Even Mary got stretch marks from the/ Messiah/ And today no woman has use for/ Scars/ To show where she’s been/ And Jesus himself still/ Bled/ So we all point fingers at the/ Pointless souls who walk in and out/ Of our daily lives but/ Wouldn’t you know it/ They see you too.

Sanity.  Perhaps the truly/ Sane/ Are those we look down upon/ Because through their nonsensical yelling/ And frantic motions they seem to still know/ Who they are and/ Why they’re here/ While the rest of us question/ Life/ Love/ And God/ Looking for answers beyond our bodies/ When the answer lies inside/ One’s self like we’re all told so often/ But it’s tried and true/ And we ignore the obvious.

Sanity.  Give me a time and place and/ I’ll meet you there to make/ My impression/ And I’m sure you’ll look me over/ See my sweat/ Feel my scars/ Find yourself in me and/ When you leave you’ll wonder about my/ Sanity/ But perhaps I don’t care what you think/ Or maybe I do because/ I’m still trying to decide if I can ever be/ In Sanity.

Author's Note

The "/"s are just to keep it from being too lengthy and without having to worry about run-on sentences. They're not necessarily pauses