Balanced Madness
The marooned mind gets confused
by the maddening ways things happen,
lies hidden somewhere in the depth of perception,
maybe in the undefined gene of reason,
forming the motif of indoctrinated norms of normalcy.
Someone standing up against the tide of tradition,
refuses to submerge within docile submission,
discovers the mind born disoriented,
asks questions on life's rationale,
but finds no answer,
tears the attire of conventional psychic trait,
rakes up the mind disposed in disarray,
paves the pathway to travel alone
to the fragile forlorn home
in the world made out of madness,
where the wind of frustration
can't upset the stronghold of mental balance,
designed with deranged sense of equilibrium that upholds
the tenet that madness is the balanced state of mind.
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