my friend is a sage
and I am not.
he tells me stories of destruction
and I sing to him the pleasures in destruction,
he talks of God
and I ask of the devil,
he writes of love
and I speak of envy.
my friend is a dreamer; a believer
I am a thinker; a conceiver.

my friend adores saints
and I don't believe they exist.
my friend hates evildoers
and I think they matter.

this world isn't for saints
or evildoers;
sanity is for those
in between.

©The Bestowed