extremes

the sinister,
the false,
the world and its writer.
the mad,
the sane,
the asylum and its martyr's.
constant adjusting,
collection of proof
from a tongue tied too loose,
formulating an accusation,
ultimatums and their presentation...
when will we see
that it's best to let it be?
i wake up and can't help
that perhaps i should just sleep...
hang the drapes and fall back asleep
because most days it just seems
I'm enslaved to my passion
or infatuated with my apathy.