Song for the lost insanity

“Everywhere this bewildering urge for life, fruitfulness, creation-and only I, although like the humblest grass of the fields one of God's creatures, may not take part in this festival of resurrection, at any rate not except as a spectator with grief and envy” – Hugo Wolf

This journey has turned pathless and in sane

The roads no longer exist.

We jump through, and in between

Scrambled destinations that persist-

Destiny and its nations!

We jump aimless from beginning to ends,

From ends to ends

In search of the star that in kinship sends

Her dreams across the raging seas

Waging war against the men of creed!

The dream, she says is of a journey together

Of an endless road and everchanging weather

The untiring and stimulating ride of a litetime,

Increasingly audacious and insane,

And increasingly fine!

But day follows night and night follows day

And I jump through places in a tasteless dismay

And jump through places that are no longer there

Fall through the cracks – fallen for the winds to sway

And carry the light of whatever remains!

The remains of whatever remains –

That was once a road filled with lovers

And friends of hope -

They would lend and borrow

Stories of despair and abandon

And rise and dance to the world’s indifference!

They knew that the journey had no end

Knew that the apathy would not end

But now, oh dear, now! Oh lord – How lost!

How sanely lost they are –

Cursing the end of journey and themselves

Longing for insanity again!

They and us – we all know

That this river goes two ways

This way and that way – sadness or madness!

They are escapes - illusions of freedom

From one another.

Tell me, dearest, what escape is madness off sadness

Or sadness off madness

For man nurses man for both!

We rose and fell everyday

The rise be sweet and fall sweeter, we’d pray

Much like the day itself

Passed though the event horizon time and again

Oh! The point of no return, sweetest to say!

The point of no return would return

Time and again

To claim the light, and yet would remain

Resigned from it in utter dismay

Oh! The lost insanity gave us a way away!

Cure me of this sanity – of this completeness

Of my incomprehension of the invisible.

Inspire me again to imagine that can never be,

And fight for love and peace,

And burn for warmth and dream for serenity!

Rise, Oh bright star, rise again

The night is upon us –

Rise and sing the good old song,

Take me back to insanity -

Take us back to the world we belong.