Sanity
Sanity
Eaten up by soltitude
Senseless soul trapped by the storm
There's nothing else here.
I walked to the shore
I saw the eyes of the lost
The results of the crossed
Clueless of my exhaust.
There was nothing else here
hungry so I made a spear
lay low so I could hear
what was left of my thoughts
trying to connect the dots
free from society and its shots.
I don't know how long it has been
One thing is for sure
No matter how purposeless this life was
I was sane enough to keep it-
is what I had to keep thinking.
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