Art of Insanity

Imagine, Feel, Create
Saturn sets on the horizon
a View, such a view
Does it exist?

In my mind it does.
that of which most would consider crazy?
Demented?
Possibly twisted or even insane.
But how, oh how, am I that of which you assume is crazy

For hath not seen insanity, as it is often mistaken for..
creativity
By the minds of those who cannot think for themselves,
trapped.
lost.
Whilst that of the free spirit prances around.
Mocking those of the trapped as they mock thee.

Calling insanity from inside their safe home.
But how can you call me insane, while I
am out here living
While you are confined,
inside
dying.

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