Show me a sane man

By Shivanshi Tayal

Show me a sane man

Who owns his liberty

For in this little world

Only the insane are truly free

Held on by the lingering hands

Of a clock perhaps so old

Not by the life you own

By the inconveniences of your master

Because who ever held their freedom

And weighed it with what they lost

Its just a race of the species

You win or you fall

If you ever look back

On what was left

Nothing but the little things that latched you in

Not a lot, not less, just enough to keep you kept

Hence only the insane

Who never seem to be kept still

Hold on to their freedoms

And live the lives theyre meant to live