Insanity. You are mad.
You truly are a genius.
What's inside your mind? 
Words and dreams.
Is this supposed reality? 
Or a twisted tale
in a fictional city?
What will a dreamer do ~
Question the reality?
Believe the fiction?



If overthinking is futile,
As it makes you immobile.
And 'We are what we think.'
Keeping in mind that adage
What do you think of reality?
A tinker of hope?
A suffering joke?
If you believe, will you laugh?
If unbelievable, will you cry?

Are you the seeker?
Or a brick in worn-down wall?
'Who are you?' Who am I to ask?
Is it good if a word
suffices your existence?
Is it a mystery if
you cannot find the meaning?

Life is a loop
of questions,
The only answer
lies in the truth.
What do you seek?

What's untrue is not 
necessarily a lie,
What's true is not
necessarily as wide as lie.

The more you speak,
the less you know,
The more you believe,
the less you think.
What are we thinking now?

The more you listen,
the less you answer.
The more the balanced,
the less the distorted.
The more you give,
the less you take.


The more, the less.
The less, the more.
What are you counting?
More or less.
For whom are the numbers?
What if some facts are fiction?
Some lies truer than the truth?


So where were we?
Yours, sanity.