I am not the crazy one, you are.
You think I don’t reason too?
You always look down on me.
I am the ‘insane’ one you say.
My last bath was sponsored
by heaven’s showers.
Yes, I smell as i look.
I know I’ve lost my mind.
Yet in my lost mind I find peace of mind.
I am not the dressed to impress fool.
Even when the shoes itch your ungrateful feet.
I have nothing to hide.
You’ve seen my nakedness a few times.
And I care less.
I am not the one with a loving wife and
a secret lover.
I am not the one with hidden treasures
But starving neighbors.
If only they know your secret.
You think to yourself of me,
‘what an appalling life’.
But I am not the bored one.
Can’t you hear how loud I laugh
To my jokes?
I am not the one that must go back
To a wife I don’t love.
I am not the depressed suicidal one.
I know i get violent sometimes.
It’s all part of the drama.
You too share in my madness often than you admit.
I am not the one that killed my husband’s lover.
I’m not the one that killed my brother for his land.
I am not the one who envy the rich but feel
Comfy with my idleness.
I am just the crazy one.
Who scavenge for food.
Who sleep peacefully in the open,
While you spend Sleepless nights on beds of cold war.
You pity me.
You ask yourself, Where do mad people go
When they die?
Heaven or hell?
But i pity you more.
I am not the one that build religious edifices
In honor of a God that you can’t obey his laws.
I’m not the one who pray all the time,
Read many scriptures, listen to sermons
But do exactly the opposite.
I know exactly where to find God.
That is why you wonder in your madness.
Why we the ‘insane’ live longer than you.
We are not the mad ones, you are.
We are Just living in a different world,
a world you would never understand.
It’s a State of the mind.