Analysis of Rationality.

A painful realization followed by painful persistence.
There is no purpose in this place.
There is no place for purpose!
I have strayed far from reaching reason. Why?
Every sound and sight and feeling and odor and taste
Is so beautifully prolonged,
Driving me mad, making me sad.
Life is too short to not have lived this long.
Spending each minute in moments I know are wrong.
And I am left complacently imperfect,
Comfortably flawed;
Respecting my sadness, while bowing to madness.
I am ruled by Tyrant Passion,
Conquered by Sir Obsession,
And subject to Her Majesty, Queen Love.
And Society! It doesn't know, it won't know!
It can't know what this is like and how it feels
To never appeal and loosely congeal
Around an idea, around a word, such as
Insanity.