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 make of madness.
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.
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July 17, 2017
For A Brian Strand Premiere No. 1108
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