Falling Insane

A rant that fell point into quatrains. More Hamlet than Romeo, Seuss than Sheakspeare.

Once I slumbered deep in the cradle of reasoning
I wonder now if I had truly outgrown the crib,
or merely found its bounds constraining.
Either way, I sleep far less.

Still I exceed the absurd dream quota
Stealing selfishly even from my now meager rest
Compensation in the surreal currency of intensity
bleeding slowly into my consciousness

I must be falling insane
I deem it far more fitting than going,
for it is surely my direction
surpassing my intent

Once I fell in love when I was clearly going elsewhere
I found at once an uneasy template and seductive spiral
One to guide and the other not to repeat
One day I hope to see the difference

Yet, I came away not empty handed,
for I grasped the clarity of falling verses going.
Like a comprehensive lesson in gravity, just after you left the cliff
Still I jump just the same.

It stands to reason that there are but two options and one conclusion
Am I falling insanely in love
or simply in love with insanity?
One day I hope to sleep on it