The Delusion

Sanity is all in the eye of the beholder,
I give it the swift cold shoulder.

To unreality I do descend,
Hoping I can just comprehend-

To understand this certain madness.
Do I meet it with sadness?

Or with a little smile,
Knowing it can be quite versatile.

I touch, yet do not feel;
I’m alive, yet feel surreal.

I see, yet I am blind,
I’m insane, but of sound mind.

I listen, but am unable to hear,
Hoping they will just disappear.

I catch the scent, but it’s now gone,
Death fades with the dawn.

I taste it’s pleasure and pain,
Preferring to just abstain.

The soft swirl and hushed whisper these days,
Make known this soft, growing craze.

What is real, and what is the illusion?
That is all, part of the delusion.