Sometimes
I try to define insanity.
Perhaps it's just a loss of identification.
Not the identification you keep in your wallet though.
Perhaps it's a thought, perhaps it's a goal. Perhaps just a state of mind.
Perhaps we don't need to define every existing thing. Why is human nature so keen on finding meaning, when it's possible we're not significant.
One hundred thousand universes spin
And we stir up wars outside and within
Try to watch the sun rise now,
Maybe it's been too long
Since you last slept.
Or is this just a dream?
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