SANITY

Walking down the elevator, up to the the first floor.. Stuck my key in the entry opening the windoor... Looked to my front to find no ceilings overhead... back against the walls across the hall I lead... Those in common yet unable to use their sense... Lost in my mind, there's no past perfect tense... It's only those before, after the door I closed... Not made known previously, my mind is not exposed... So you climb awkwardly to free from the conflict.. No energy or effort, your thoughts begin to constrict... Tightening around my wit, you start to see yourself.. Sane is out, you are In and of itself... Pay respect to nature, it is our birth present... We can afford pleasure living amongst the dead, Pleasant... Deranged it seems, the mental is not of the same.. No act of disturbance look at how similiar we became... Inside my room are many mansions, imposing and large... Relinquishing my psyche from body, gracefully I discharge...with my SANITY!