Sanity/Insanity

Reached that crossroads where you have to stop and wonder
What mightn’t be a turning point or which may indeed
Debating about the way heading into madness lies
Will insanity’s way be shunted or is it not to be
All depends on point of view for an answer, finally
The clearest outcome’s always going to be
What you see from the back end’s side
So flip a coin to decide and forget about any reason
If only Hamlet hadn’t followed his father’s ghost
Ifs and more ifs
Hindsight’s a bitch as the prince might tell you
From beyond the grave, how his author wrote him crazy
To what end, he’d wondered, on his downward spiral
Trudging inevitably to his trail head’s finish
If there’s a good story in it, he knows that now dead
How a writer will gladly write about his hero’s unhinging
The audience cringing at poor decisions like falling leaves 
Hamlet stumbling into winter with a mind that’s left the building
Emptied of clarity, so wrung of all its clearness
In a squeezing to nothing of any sense or reason
The only one sane enough to question the quick succession
His king uncle’s marriage to his mother becoming
In the incestuous abyss, a bloody obsession
Well, that way madness lay in Hamlet’s case
But again, we only see it at the tragic end
His death to top it off like a bitter cherry
My question to you racked by a similar decision
Which way will you choose, realizing full well
A result may aid sanity, or make you crazy in the end
At least if lunacy’s on the horizon, gone insane you may not know it