insanity is for the kind.

the ones who did not know how to draw the line

that separates you from me.  

insanity is for the generous

you told me that standing on the rock 

just before the sun came down.

insanity is for those who stand alone

on the edges of their perceptions clashing with reality.

leave us with mismatched truths.

insanity is yours, and it's mine. 

because we cared enough to see the genius in every living man.

love like that can make a man go wild.

but then i find you in my garden thursday night.

and realized i'd never be alone. 

never again.