In the realm where thoughts collide,
Where sanity and wit reside,
A line so thin, it’s barely seen,
Where sanity ends, and insanity’s been.
A mind that dances on this edge,
Finds humor in the solemn pledge,
To stay within the bounds of sense,
Yet leaps into the vast immense.
For what is sanity but a frame,
Defined by those who play the game,
Of normalcy and quiet guise,
Where madness lurks in a sage’s eyes.
So here’s to sanity, a fickle friend,
Whose definition may twist and bend,
In the funhouse mirror of our speech,
Where ‘sanity’ just might ‘insanity’ reach.