For I stood on top of the mountain
Which was my bed at the time
And shouted:MY MADNESS IS REAL!
I dug the sole of my feet with fingernails till I bleed
And painted my dreams with my tears nd sweat
I called upon the gods of reality
To wake me up from my slumber
For I had been asleep all my life
I imagine myself as a painting on a wall
That has a thousand lives of blissful immortality
But then once again am back
Back to the scorching sun
And the rising dust
Back to the reality of life
Where am more sane when I have
Madness running through my veins,
After all its only logical.
