Either Way It’s Fine With Me

Sanity is such a narrow divide.

A fine line crossing,

Do I stay, do I dive?

Juxtapose at will

Deep below it bubbles up

Clashing and bashing

Their way to the front.

Sanity keeps me away,

Sanity keeps me sane.

I am in impetus,

I am an infant.

I am the victim of neglect,

My mind cannot be made.

My step doesn’t mind,

                                                                                What the terrain says