Poems of a lighthearted nature

Insanity(?)

I've been thinking about my memories, or perhaps remembering my thoughts?

but thinking and blinking, I seem to be sinking, for what I can recall is naught

Controlling my brain is like training a monkey then finding out that it's really a bear

live wires for nerves, I cannot observe my past or my present nor here or there

Who am I now? Who was I once? I seem to have caught and trapped a muddle

then cornered myself within its walls that swim in a vexing, perplexing puddle

I cannot swim in such shallow depths and feel that maybe I might need assistance

My mind is annulled so I must be pulled into a more decidedly sane existence

Is this insanity? Is this dementia? When crazy is normal and normal is odd?

I'm unsure if I'm talking to myself, an imaginary friend or praying to God

I cannot and will not declare I've gone mad, for all I know I'm alone talking sense

are my words so absurd that you question what's heard? Do you laugh at my truths or at my expense?

Are these voices sound, are these sounds real voices? Or am I deluded to the point of creation?

To the point of enslaving, craving false characters that make a wholesome abomi-nation?

I'm not sure what's real and that's reality, I known not of an entrance and neither an end

so the rest of my days will be lent to insanity, at the cost of vanity, I comprehend.