I lay inside my chamber,
Drifting endlessly,
When suddenly I saw it,
My hold on reality,
To think a simple touch,
Could send me still to sleep,
Peace at last to find,
Or shear insanity?
Do we need reality to defy,
And shape us idly,
Or perhaps we all are sane,
If you go right down to truth,
Or perhaps insanity,
Is just a smaller group,
Of lunatics and raver�s,
That no one tries to comprehend,
Yet if they truly are,
Such beasts of modern man,
Then why are we as common,
As pebbles in the sand?
(Note: People judge others to be insane so often, it's getting to the point there are very little 'sane' people.)