Ode to Insanity

Dear Insanity,

You and I are much to well acquainted.
I am beginning to believe that I can not live without you.
It is truly a love/hate relationship.
Every time I think I have you under control, you manage to get away again.
It is as though we are children playing cops and robbers.
The cop catches the robber but the robber always manages to escape.
Your prescence can not co-exsist with sanity, why is that?
It makes me feel like a dog on a track chasing the rabbit around in circles, never quite catching it.
So round and round we go.

Shut up and enjoy the ride.