Sanity?

Why can be black not separated from white,

Why do those greys form, 

and the dark clouds of doubt, give no respite.

Why does the fear from truth set in,

Why develops a comfort route to which mind gives in.?

Can there be stronger self, that would set that mind right,

Sanity that would prevail,

To set the black from white.

Run.

And these circles, that we keep falling to.

Circles that take us away from, the places that we need reach to.

Some time to Move away and look at, the circle they've weaved us to.

Some strength, to rise up and get where we must do.

Break away, for the self.

Self that needs be recognised too.

For it has to rise up, Break away from circles they've bound us to.

Run,

Run to where there's no need to hide.

Run to where you can be, just be.

Run to where their circles don't exit.

Run to where there's a meaning to.