MADLY INSANE

Every one thinks him mad

Like a story told from days of old

The tellers believe it

And so does the told

So the mad thinks the sane mad

And the sane thinks himself mad

In the presence of the mad.

Who has the eyes to see?

The dunce dances

As the mad sings with no rhythm

The sane thinks it weird

But has no voice and no will

If this is what life entails

The sane must find a way through the insane

In order to remain sane

Even if he has to feign

Tags freedom, MADNESS

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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