Some people never dare to walk on the edge of madness

Some people never dare to walk on the edge of madness. What truly dreadful lives they must lead. They remain on the ground, bound to a dull reality, without sparkles, Living in invisible cages, without knowing the flight of dreams, What madness-free lives, what narrow horizons, without colors. Their souls do not know the dance of the stars, nor the whispers of the wind, They do not feel how the world's tremor caresses their silence, They look at the world through a frozen window, Without knowing that behind it lies a universe of fantasy and smiles, What hidden sorrows, what unfulfilled desires, what barren lives. Without the madness that burns the senses like a living flame, Without tasting the forbidden fruit of untamed dreams, They do not know the explosion of colors in a liberated soul, They do not feel how the wind lifts their wings toward the unknown. Without living even for a moment on the edge of the abyss, They do not know the joy of losing and finding oneself at the same time, They remain captive in perfect circles of monotony, Without knowing that only through madness is true freedom born, In a universe waiting to be discovered with every brave step. Oh, what lives devoid of magic, what straight roads without turns, What echo-less monotony, what silences without song, For only those who dare to walk on the edge of the world Find their heart in every corner of the universe, And only those who know madness discover their true brilliance.