When contemplation regarding a notion arises and doesn't seem to subside despite the sleepless nights, and slept-in days of sleeping and, well, nights of not sleeping on it.
Losing track of days, date and time lines, don't seem to coincide with personal reality, yet seem expected and slightly invited.
Then realization decides to set-in upon hearing things have begun to settle-in,
It conjurers up the need to disrupt smooth waters, with taunts and badger.
Possibilities ignores the existence of entities, does not perceive diction of borders,
It knows not the symbolism behind fences and walls. Invisible limitations.
The final conclusion will collide with individuals residing in this reality of life, of selfish world, of society must-do-survival guide.
They are separate worlds impossible of conjoining, with separate pasts, paths, and predecessors that repel each other, two equal sides of a magnet.
On occasion, insanity does merge with the parietal cortex and thought is drowned in hallucinations, emotional liquor, and maybe a higher dose of drugs.
If you are capable of resolving this matter, kudos to you. If not, I'll see you in hell.
