Habitus Insaniam

Habitus Insaniam

The wild and bewildered things hang on the fringe

With insanity's name reserved. 

Hardly.

We blindly declare ourselves:

Asinine,

Vacuous,

And, yes, inane.

Encountering a door we closed 

The mistake stares us in the face 

"I promise to learn"

"I promise to change"

Said as we welcome it in again.

"It will be different"

"It will be better"

Repined through ensuing delirium.

Caught in the dizzying carousel 

Fatuously wondering why our heads spin

And our pleas fall short.

We expected an easy aberration

...

One that was not promised 

And cannot be achieved alone. 

I am not exempt from this travesty.

This insanity. 

~Lauren~