Everybody else is mad, except me

Everybody else is mad, except me.

In complicated discussions

rooting to the deeper meaning

of an elusive end

I suddenly find myself

all alone.

People understand, but only up to a point.

Thereafter they flounder, 

and I have to leave them

stranded on the rocky beach

of unreasonableness

while I swim happily away 

– far, far away –

safe in my private sea

of superior wisdom.

All this leads me to conclude

That all around me

are insane.

Luckily, 

I hold on strong

to every thread of logic 

and am a bulwark of

reasonableness.

In a world of insanity

surrounded by 

idiots and madmen

I give deep thanks

to the higher intelligence

for sharing some of it with me.