At The Door Of Insanity Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

Some doors are supposed to remain closed
Neither I nor you want to go outside
We are all stuck in our little piece of reality
Where life seems to be more understandable
And the sun rises from east to west
In a predictable pattern
All horizons are accounted for
Even the sunset does not occlude our vision
With its robe of darkness
It's a well-constructed reality
You wake up everyday
Inside the house of humanity
There are no mental frames to choose from
Except for the mask of ego
That seems to be the dominant form of insanity
It's not insanity that I am afraid of
It's the door of insanity that makes me shiver
In my little piece of world
My insanity is enough to satisfy me
I don't want to open another door
Because that door will lead to another door
Until all doors are opened
And I will not fit on my favourite flavour of insanity
I will be forced to be sane
For the sake of peace

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