The World Is Mad
lying in wait,
skulking along alleys
hiding in shadows
amongst bums and homeless
the moon is bright
shining silver on the
rain soaked street
waiting to see the world
walk passed;
like a horse wearing blinders
they don't know
what is around them
they don't know
what's behind them
a shadowy man
stepping out from the
dark corners of the alley
could come up
and wrap both hands
around a person's
swanlike neck
as soft as a caress
of a lover,
they wouldn't know
the difference
they are blinded
by what is only in front
of them
but at the same time
they can't see what is
passed the very
tip of their noses
they seem to thrive in
negativity; where as i
love to wake up and
smell the roses
lying in wait
in the alley and
shadows of the big city
buildings
breathing softly
no one notices
i am inivisible here
i cannot be bothered
unless i make a scene
which i plan to do
with a friend and me
we have music
its a stereo that we
blast to full
and we begin dancing
like mad women
again, this goes unnoticed
by those that are blinded
by others they walk about
wandering over
aimlessly
we are human-
curious by nature...
we make fools of ourselves,
grabbing the hands
of random strangers,
screaming "Dance!" into
random faces;
some comply to our demands
others runaway
...apparently frightened that
we really are mad
who knows,
we could very well be
the world lives and thrives
in madness
full to the brim with
women born children and
grandchildren who
wont admit their
madness
the world is mad....
accept, live, and breathe it.
the world is mad.
Copyright © Princess Corazon | Year Posted 2011
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