Poetry of a Mad Man

The poetry of a mad man Emerging thoughts take a toll There’s a fine line between madness And a balanced mind that makes us whole So am I crazy? Is what I perceive real? The only thing I really know Is my perspective and how I feel The images I see are abstract shadows Being presented as truths The herd - gulping down the Kool-Aid Willingly obtuse Our destiny – self-destruction Perplexing for mankind Ironic is our nature Professing we’re so divine I see weakness and corruption Consequences need not be When you’re drinking what they’re selling You sip it down like a warm cup of tea As the water starts to boil You see the steam begin to rise It’s too late for adaptation The damage is done – you chose to close your eyes Fragile broken psyches Shattered miserably from low self-esteem We grasped at good intention We can’t awake from this bad dream We’ve pissed away our existence Condemned – futile in our desires We trivialize the beauty Only to complicate our lives As we crawl back into to the cave We try our best to rationalize The awareness of our disinterest Manifesting from the fear of opening our eyes These thoughts cause me great discomfort I find it so hard to understand How we arrogantly avoided issues Inevitably – this will lead to the demise of modern man The poetry of a mad man Tragic story that unfolds There’s a fine line between madness And that which makes us whole