I'M MAD

I’m  mad

Conflicting influences and confused minglings,

I run everywhere like a rat who slings,

Shaking senseless head for a meaningless confusion,

In the home of endless faults with rueful regression,

I shall fall now from a three legged chair,

Searching the forth leg to make another pair,

With one obscure observant eye and one closed one,

Why shall I waste one eye if I can see with one?

I’m that mad who writes, you are but who read,

Both are meant for the same preposterous need,

I live under a sky; you live under a roof,

My truth needs faith; your truth needs proof,

With my well tuned madness I’m happy to say,

“All you vainglorious men; stay away”