Poesie und Philosophie über den ganz normalen Wahnsinn unseres Lebens. Poetry and philosophy about the everyday madness in our lives.

faithful deception (dead)

Samstag, Februar 28th, 2009

Here I am in an awkward position
I only hope you will believe and understand me

I promised to you I would not betray you
but I needed to do the insane to refind my sanity

In my eyes it’s not betrayal
our relationship was betrayal to myself.

You would say it’s wrong
and if I listened to reason I had to agree.

But how can I say something is wrong -
If I don’t feel anything for anyone?
What if I can’t tell the difference?

It’s not right – I know as much
I lost my way and for that I hate myself.

I just tried to find the parts that I lost
to be whole again for you and you alone

Now I know the emptiness inside me
has got nothing to do with you.

And I wish I could undo the things that I’ve done
but without them I still wouldn’t know where I stand

My heart is empty
no sign of an end ahead.

If you must hate me for all this
then I lost you without intend.

I’m so sorry that this happened
to disappoint you wasn’t my intention
but if you go – I wish you best of luck

Though at least I can now look for reasons somewhere else -
if you still want me – that is.

sanity/insanity

Mittwoch, September 12th, 2007

Am I insane? ‘Ever thought about that question? ‘Ever thought about what that actually means?
When somebody is insane the person doesn’t fit in any common standard known to society. However there is a possibility everybody else is insane and the person who just doesn’t fit in the system is the only sane person. How would you know? Who defines what is sane and what is not? Isn’t there something between different from the others and insane. Sometimes it doesn’t look that way. But then it’s said that when somebody goes insane the person believes he’s becoming sane.
Doesn’t that mean that if you know you’re going insane or you are insane, you realize the difference between what should be and what is relating to the common known standard? Realizing this a person can’t really be insane – just different.
So tell me – Am I insane? Or am I not? Just think about it. Maybe you’re the one insane when you try to judge my sanity.