From whom and from another, do we believe or feel madness, when within each of us, better or worse, there exists another, a soul dancing in its sadness.
A world of comparisons, a dance of judgment and doubt, but in the soul, there is no more, just one, without any clout.
For none is more or less, only human, as we are, carrying all we hold within, near and far.
Who can say where sanity begins, or where madness truly ends in its spins.
For in every heart, a universe resides, with light and shadow, better and worse, it hides.
Yet all are worthy of understanding’s grace, for in our complexity, we find our place.
In each of us, there lives an untold story, a labyrinth of emotions, a quiet glory.
Madness and sanity, two faces of one soul, seeking, losing, never in control.
In the contradiction of what we are, echoing the belief that we’re both near and far.
An internal struggle, a soul unclear, but always a life that stands, sincere.
There’s no clear answer, no defined line, for in every gaze, essence will unwind.
Humanity, boundless and uncertain, weaves destinies that are never certain, and while we seek through lights and shade, our being faces truth, unafraid.
Who can judge without looking deep, without seeing that within, we all keep a world of our own, a reflection of all, that rises and falls, in both big and small.
Though many may label us, mark us with tags, we are all human, shedding our flags, each deserving to be seen, in the truth that connects us, pure and clean.