Madness

It running away from life into the forest, while you are part of life too It is teaching children that killing is bad, by killing the same people who kill It is leaving a will to a pet-cat, that doesn’t know legal language It is living in a mansion with all kinds of accessories, but desert-empty of food It is painting a picture in the dark, unless you are a psychic It is putting all a year’s savings on a one-day chess game bet, yet living in a house for rent It is a man hiding from death at a corner in a dark room It is living with no dreams like a robot It is getting into a Holy shrine as One people, and getting out as strangers