Mad people live according to their own rules…….

Mad people live according to their own rules,

theses people speak for me,

no utterance is mundane,

in words their philosophy forms,

the opening mouth brings carnage.

Cognition runs too fast and skips a beat,

anarchy sprints where peace meandered,

confusion exists as a state of normality,

lost worlds from childhood run free,

and burst forth to be reality.

Neurons explode like psychedelic fireworks,

below a landscape of lobes and canals,

a galaxy of thoughts,

intermingling and forcing apart,

wallpapered with dendrite stars.

With birth comes life comes death,

each spurned forth from pain,

each come forth from love,

windchimes sing as bells alert,

and cease to the sound of coming sanity.

When death comes life comes birth,

free from a mind in disaray,

in the shackles of death we find,

the truth of old lies torn apart,

peoples rules truly live according to their own madness.