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There you are

Insanity

My old friend.

I feel you creep along,

Pounding the dirt into dust

Beneath your dancing feet.

"Why do we move

Only laterally in one direction?

There are whole dimensions

We could explore. 

Don't you want more?

The sky is a pathway,

An ocean, you see.

You could sink into me, 

You could be free."

You're a Siren,

Enticing, 

So cunning with words.

You would stop to laugh

And watch as the world burns. 

Those who seem normal,

Ha!

No one is sane. 

Everyone is playing at

Some kind of game. 

Thriving off fighting

And pleasure and pain, 

One person's loss

Is another one's gain.