Ricochet, bang, bang
Boomerang,
All in vain.
Give me back my Sanity.

Not black, nor white,
Minus the beauty of the rainbow,
All is gray.
Give me back my Sanity.

As my words pierce the page,
Like a new piece of metal ran deep through my skin,
Yet, once again,
Circles, pitfalls, bittersweet rainfall.
Give me back my Sanity.

It could all be so simple,
But you’d rather make it hard,
Deeper than the soul in a Lauryn Hill song.
Just give me back my Sanity.

…Or watch me slowly diminish,
until I’m left with nothing but the urge,
to run,
run fast and far,
away from this insanity.
Into the quiet, peaceful night,
Until it turns to day,
And I can finally bask in the glory,
Of….birds of love, winds of redemption, and genuine flowers of happiness,
Letting the warmth of an all-too-perfect Sun, embrace me,
Overshadowing the dark past,
Wrapping its sweet rays around my waist.

But…until the clouds lift and the tearmarks on my notebook fade,
I will continue to plead,

Give me back my Sanity!