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
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