to be sane

to be sane against ones will see
ms like such a shame to me
ITS IGNORANCE - ITS BLASPHEMY I cry at the top of my lungs
at the top of the train
in a crowd of faces
cold like the pacific but not a percentage as powerful
and not a thing is meant to me
ill sing my song which I know in my heart
though at times I dont - its lost to me
like a solitary sandal disappears into the sea
it resurfaces always but where will that be?
to cure my madness would bury it deep.