The World Is Mad

lying in wait, skulking along alleys hiding in shadows amongst bums and homeless the moon is bright shining silver on the rain soaked street waiting to see the world walk passed; like a horse wearing blinders they don't know what is around them they don't know what's behind them a shadowy man stepping out from the dark corners of the alley could come up and wrap both hands around a person's swanlike neck as soft as a caress of a lover, they wouldn't know the difference they are blinded by what is only in front of them but at the same time they can't see what is passed the very tip of their noses they seem to thrive in negativity; where as i love to wake up and smell the roses lying in wait in the alley and shadows of the big city buildings breathing softly no one notices i am inivisible here i cannot be bothered unless i make a scene which i plan to do with a friend and me we have music its a stereo that we blast to full and we begin dancing like mad women again, this goes unnoticed by those that are blinded by others they walk about wandering over aimlessly we are human- curious by nature... we make fools of ourselves, grabbing the hands of random strangers, screaming "Dance!" into random faces; some comply to our demands others runaway ...apparently frightened that we really are mad who knows, we could very well be the world lives and thrives in madness full to the brim with women born children and grandchildren who wont admit their madness the world is mad.... accept, live, and breathe it. the world is mad.