Broken Glass

What defines insanity?
This world is quite big,
And perhaps I don’t want to see it through green glass.
Maybe I don’t want to have its taste diluted by smoke.
I want to walk tightropes
With a net beneath me made of words.
How can I do this if I am staggering?
And swinging on metal?
High heels don’t fare well on wires,
But you’ll die looking good.
So perhaps I am insane for wanting all this.
But,
Is it possible,
That I am the only sane one?