Pleading insanity
Sometimes right
Something wrong?
Who defines sanity? Abnormalities?
Dissecting, studying, and finding a conclusion of the internal thought process.
Finding patterns engraved like a road. It’s a smooth path that never seems to end.
But instead of continuing it turns. Then the road goes to gravel, then dirt.
Finally ending up on a nice narrow strait stretch.
After careful examination, realizing this is the same road where it all began.
Then after a short time back to the dirt.
Again and again.
Each time taking longer to find that nice peaceful road. Then discovering a trace of hope, to continue forward.

Time passes
The incisions now healed.
Encountering a glitch.
Reopening the wounds for more observation.
Finding that same peaceful road, now down farther than previously explored.
Discovering there is rough terrain, pot holes, and hills.
Bump after bump I search for a cure. Then testing for the same trace elements previously found. It’s positive. I then smooth out the roughness and fill in the holes with that element known as hope.
And continue forward.

Time passes
Now looking at the scars of my previous work,
Knowing what to expect.
The road will never continue to be perfect. It will always go up and down.
Further testing on elements conclude there was also traces of faith.
And with faith there will always be hope
To continue forward.

nottus mot 4-14-09