Sanity

Sanity has a way of diluting every impulse,
Of keeping the heart from making too many leaps.
It spreads a shadow over the eyes of passion,
The light that does get in like that of a late afternoon.
You can feel the sun going down on your life.
You want to hear the wild music
And dance burning at the pit of your soul
Just once more.
To not know the vague truths you now know.
But to cross that line now, in fact,
Is the only step to take.
You do, then step back,
And find yourself more sane because of it.