There is a fine line between sane and insane. Or so I think. I do believe that on occasion the line becomes no longer a line at all. It is more of a blurry intermingling of the rational and irrational. It is where reality fades into dreams and our dreams no longer are dreams as they have become our reality. And they coexist, mingling together to suit our needs or wants of the moment. Do we know which is which? And do we still know who we are when this happens? 

Reality.

It faded into dreams

And the dreams became the new reality.

The dream

Planted with the seed of hope

It struggled to survive

Yet, I would not let it die.

I knew not how to admit

That it was merely a dream

So strong was it embedded

In my conscious life.

Time

It passed me by .

And tried to wave ‘Good Bye’

But I, being sane

Knew I was along for the ride.

And then the dream no longer was

For the dream became life

And life became hope

And Time

Time became yesterday and today. 

Insanity

That blessing in disguise,

Allowing all the feelings

I sheltered deep inside

To be my cozy comfort,

To be my sole companion,

A reliable friend and

All in a harmony

With my words and thoughts

Of how my dreams couldn’t possibly

Be for naught.

Yet at any given moment

Who’s to say that all is right?

Pierce the sky above the clouds

And you will find the night

In a constant friendly struggle

With all the stars light.

Would you be like me

Hiding your light

Waiting for the moment

To let it shine so bright

Yet, knowing in your sanity

It will never be

Was never meant to be.

 

There is only my shadow

That’s all and no more.

The fine line has sharpened

And which side am I on now?