On days like this
I wonder if the mad worry
Do they have fears like I do?
Do they think of tomorrow?
Or they just go with the wind.
I think they must be fortunate
Unaware of you and I
Unaware of our religious routine
Of the vanity of fashion and society
Free from hate
Free from pain.
Like a shelled snail
They reside in tranquility.
I envy them every time
For their wisdom surpasses ours
They don't beg nor work
They never stress
And yet they never die of hunger.
So here's to all the mad people
I'm getting ready, ready to join you.
Please don't join them my Sis.
ReplyDeleteI got caught with the flow, nice. Should "MAD" had been an idea it could move me to think of joining in too. "MAD" as an action may be the motivation someone has been waiting for. "MAD" as s state of mentally unbalanced and physically unkept, that I won't like to JOIN.
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