Epiffany of Sanity

A bellowing wind stalks the street walkers' footsteps.
Rain howls with thunderous applause and flashing mid-day sky.

In a city of silent sleepers, shadow stalkers, and the eyes
of never dreaming no ones, who always wonder why

They can't explain the reason they react.
Nor why they cry, walk with heads down in the rime

I pass a local shop where the rain keeps beating down
on the ground, pat pat, was the ever beating sound

that reassured my nervous mind, making Fantasia
in my mind, from delusions I have suffered from the past.

and the past, in the glass, I saw how my world was nothing less
nor nothing more, a place of rest for all the rest.

But as I saw, the single drops of life, replicate my face, distort it
for all it truly was, the minds that seperated me from what it showed

It's Picture was as perfect as the illusion of my pride, set in stride
of where the rats would walk past by, and behold was I

under raining sky, the tears of how and why, I
Where the conscious kept eluding all the truth that kept on brooding

in the nest of whispered liers, solemn sighers, where they regress
I kneel under thunders' sky infront of the mirror of my mind.

My eye's begin to pry the corners of the water's translucent edge
Where eagles lie, in wait for the rebirth of the deepest part of sanity

The music starts, in beat with the thunderous applause, the trickle of the rain
the Epiffany of Sanity, to know how sane we really are.

In the flash of storm, Harmony of Humanic Nature