In this epoch of shadows where whispers intertwine

In this epoch of shadows where whispers intertwine, Madmen's visions, like stars, paths define, Through the common veil of entwined senses, Unspoken truths in the corridors of blended minds. Chains of data bind the minds deemed sane, Blind to specters where shadows still reign, Mad eyes see far beyond ordinary sight, Charting realms where dreams pierce the infinite night. At the edges of thought, drugged dreams bloom, Twisted perceptions in a kaleidoscopic room, Hallucinations, windows to the soul's core, Brushstrokes of forgotten truths, another time revealed. Common sense falters in the kaleidoscope's dance, Rigid frameworks shatter in cosmic expanse, Mad visions serve as beacons through the storm, Guiding us through chaos, to an unforeseen norm. Look closely, if change you have not seen, Sanity's mirror reflects a stranger unseen, Madness holds the truth, wild and untamed, In chaos and order, both unnamed. In the silent night, where whispers guide, Madmen and inspired, with voices in stride, Reveal a symphony of unnoticed day, The veil of illusions, showing the way. In this era where wisdom does quake, Madmen's visions and dreams light the gate, Truth lies not on the surface but deep down below, In dreams, not in data, wild minds bestow, The secrets of existence, towards which we flow.