Confessions of a Madman

They call me mad for the things I write, I call them cowardly for the truth they hide. They ignore me for the ideas I share, But at leas I have a voice. I swear Staying silent I can not, no more, Hiding the essence of ancient lore. They call me a freak for I want to teach, To overthrow the ignorant, and impeach. They call me an alien for my ideas aren’t human, They think that trying to change is bad omen. To all my dearest critics this I would like to say: I will come up with new ideas to defeat you, - each and every day!