Insanity is good. Right?

The path was tiring.
And that’s why you chose it.
What fun would it had been.
Had everyone just strolled by.

The seeds were bitter.
And, probably, that’s why the fruit tasted so sweet.
What you may had lost.
Had you plucked them in between.

The night was over.
And the dawn was about to break.
Hadn’t it been too frightening.
Had you opened your eyes in the dark.

Part sane, part insane – you might feel.
But don’t just stop in between.
Hang on for a moment or two.
Because, you never know what lies beneath.

By the way,
Something struck me in the night.
Insanity is good. Right?