Madness

Reality is falling apart, the World’s like a dream,
Or a nightmare is a better description.
One where all sense is replaced with confusion,
It’s too wild even to be a work of fiction.

I always used to think that I was mad,
Until I realised a more depressing truth,
That it was in fact this society that’s mad
And I happen to be one of the sane few.

Where we want to fight for peace,
By starting yet another war of terror.
I dream of a World without such nonsense,
But perhaps nonsense will live on forever.

Following my heart is considered insane,
Because I refuse to conform.
What’s the point in pretending to normal,
Now abnormality has become the norm.

This planet spins on a constant loop.
An insane carousel of day by day life.
We chase material inanimate objects.
This modern day idolatry has become rife.

It’s all completely lost and out of control,
Like I’m trapped in a paprika cartoon,
Where the media calls you racist for calling out racism.
Feminists are attacked for calling a spoon a spoon.

Invisible tears forever falling
For the sake of this life full of division,
We forget our love and spiritual connections,
We’re overcome by individualism.

So forgive me for my madness
As the clowns surround me in your circus.
I don’t care about collecting invisible numbers,
I believe that I have a higher purpose.

When people are addicted to a slow suicide,
Paying the corporations for our own poison.
Womens bodies sexualised are now objects,
There for advertising everywhere you can’t avoid them.

And I try not to drown in this sea of chaos,
But I am tired of trying to swim against this tide.
I might as well give up and be pulled under
Into the whirlpool that surrounds me and enjoy the ride.

When insanity has become normality
Is it still insanity or is it now just society.
They call Liberal extremism moderate
Or centrism, but its gone far beyond individual variety.

Dog eat dog mentality
And every man or winen for themself.
Common sense dictates you help your community,
But we run away from common sense in pursuit of wealth.

So I understand those that escape with drugs
And run away from reality into illusion of sanity,
Because sometimes I feel I’m the only sane one left,
Though I know that in itself is just another form of modern vanity.