My Mind Is a Madman
I find myself in hullabaloo,
I do not know what to do.
I know not why my mind’s in a rush,
So my heart begs for it to hush.
It asks for silence... like that of tonight's song,
It asks for a lake where only ripples spread wide and long.
But my mind's a madman,
You can't reason with a madman.
They are blinded, broken at every moment,
But perhaps... I've learnt to live with madmen.
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