Is it crazy or sane?

The bars of the cage stare at me
I cannot tell which side I am on
The crazed look inside the faces
I cannot tell which side they are on
How will I know who is crazy
How will I know who is sane
Who decides what is crazy
Who decides what is sane

The black is empty around me
Not warm or fuzzy or pleasing
More like an empty, barren void
With nothing to offer inhabitants
How will I know who is crazy
How will I know who is sane
Who decides what is crazy
Who decides what is sane

Thundering over my skin
Consuming the space in my ears
Nothing fills it or completes it
Lost and fearful without a path out
How will I know who is crazy
How will I know who is sane
Who decides what is crazy
Who decides what is sane

Everything'll Be Okay...So they Say

Murky, obsidian scene
Shadowy, swarthy looks
Lugubrious, grimy skin
Squalid, starless surround

Agitated, concerned eyes
Timid, quivering voice
Trepidation behind smiles
Revulsion blocks throats

Faltering, shrinking glance
Fearful misgivings inside
Looking fretfully out
Seeking hiding places

THOUGHTS

Racing through the corridors
Like liquid molten lava
Chasing through any open doors
As if to capture something
Maybe if they will slow
Then there will be room for more

Tiptoeing through fragrant meadows
With a breeze gently lifting the petals
Rippling softly as the river flows
As if to caress the shore
Not concerned as much with destination
But with the knowledge the source holds

Glowing and pulsing points of light
Like a star vibrating in the atmosphere
Ubiquitous whether morning or night
A tranquil force that pulses
Resolute and persistent it shines
The burning core is lustrous and bright