Madness Is a Luxary

The nascent mind is confused By the chaos at birth By the maddening way things happen To acquire existence Beyond comprehension To see the first light Unwrapping the discarded darkness. The unsensed mind lies hidden As in the womb Somewhere deep beyond perception Maybe in the gene unseen and undefined Covered by the fabricated layers of reason Drowned in the indoctrinated norms of normalcy And strangled by the senile tenets of tradition All cascading down the generations Take the mind through time On a subservient journey conformists perform Without any query or qualm. Some who stand up against the tide And refuse docile submission Discover the mind born in confusion And ask questions on life’s rationale But find no answer They tear the attire of life called normal And rake up the mind disposed in disarray They pay a price for the choice For they pave pathways to travel alone Build fragile homes to live forlorn In the world they try to make anew. Those who can’t pay the price Go back disowned and discarded As mindless entity To the self-designed womb They feel secured For those who can’t conform Madness is a luxury They can’t afford And can’t pay the price for. _______________ July 17, 2017 For A Brian Strand Premiere No. 1108