Is insanity
Is insanity
Doing what does not work over and over again,
unable to learn,
a cycle embedded,
lived out again and again,
is insanity.
War is an act of insanity,
seeking revenge also, for neither work,
yet both are pursued with gusto
like a man plotting to seduce a love one
knowing that in the end
disappoint will come.
Knowing that our habits kill us
yet we progress in them
cling to them
refusing to listen to reason.
Our addictions kill us by the millions
yet they are sought after,
manna from heaven perhaps?
Well, they turn to poison in our mouths.
Are we all insane?
I think I am,
for I cling to things that will kill me.
Chains heavy keep us penned,
locked in dudgeons of our own making,
refusing the light that will free us.
how we love the rusty metal,
the raw wounds they inflict;
yet we refuse to throw them off.
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