There are times when I know
that I think too much.
I sit in the shadows
and contemplate the
perforated edges of
my life.
Some say love is better to have experienced,
rather than not at all.
But I say no.
I say what about time?
Is time there when it should be,
or is it an eternally burning question that
will never be answered?
The answers always prove themselves in the hourglasses
of our minds.
Some minds churn like a motor, taking a vehicle
to its destination.
Others are trapped in an intensive care unit,
on life support for the soul, waiting for someone
to pull the plug.
The battle to solve these problems force questions
concerning war, hate and worldly obsessions.
The war that I am fighting is simply the struggle
for sanity.
I hate my insanity as much as I hate the war.
The war against my sanity causes the fall back
onto my worldly obsessions -
my toys are more potent than all others.
I win the game.
As I leave the court which
is sucking out all emotion,
I laugh hysterically,
and dance back into the
shadows.
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