There are those who think we're crazy. Well, let me agree. If only you could see the reality behind it all, behind society's wall. People stand tall but really they cower 'cause they can't face the truth that is screaming out this hour.
Crazy we live, but we actually live, unlike those who continue to give excuses thinking the world can see their uses that they've spent a lifetime building. It really amuses me how people go on ignoring "now" and only look at future things, the wealth, the gold, the diamond rings, and can't see what their ignorance brings. All they see is the illusion of lies that hide the painful cries of the people all around, drowning in a pool of sighs.
Defining me as "crazy" is really just telling me that I am actually doing something other than drowning in a false reality. Telling me I'm "strange" really only sets the stage for a life that actually is lived rather than wasting what I can offer and give. Saying that I'm "different" only labels me a different scent. I don't just give my consent when the others come to demand I give up what I've fought to have. There are things I have sought to know and things that I have got to show. Proof of life beyond existence, proof that "right" can mean resistance. I could die in just an instant. They might kill me. They won't listen.
"Crazy" now means "threat" in a world pretending to lack regret in their keeping their lives so clean and swept just to blind their eyes from things they dread. It's funny how they're satisfied with living lives wrapped up with lies. They rather keep it simplified than examine the truth and be revitalized. What's easier appeals to the common man when "easy" really only stands for "temporary", if only they knew how desperate are their future plans.
Call me "crazy", it's better than "sane" by this world's definition of destruction and pain. I would rather fight the bleakness and depression than subject myself to the suffocation of having reality thwarted and watching those rewarded be the ones who live the quietest and never shake their angry fists.
I will fight and I will stand. I will bite and raise my hand. Cause a ruckus. Plot a plan. I'll be banished. I'll be banned. I will tend to things that ache. I will fend for things at stake. I will aim for something more than all that's received but not explored. I'll implore and I will ask, I will find a real task. Remove the mask and I will bask. My naked face up to the sun. Heavy panting, I will run. Break through barriers they set up in the areas they kept but blocked us out, turned us around. I'll respond to every sound. I am planted, I'll stand my ground against the things that hound me, keep me bound.
I will greet the morning sun. Find the one that will be mine. Have some fun and I will dine. Break the rules that don't apply. Dance to music. Get out of line. I'll be crazy. I'll be true. Be refreshed and be renewed. Spot the blue bird. Drink the dew. Tear some jeans and ruin the suit. No more restraint, I'm over faint and fragile days. I will taint my worldview and take others down with me, ruining what they thought they knew. Then the chaos will ensue. I will paint a different hue. It's all different. Life is new.
Glorified, I'll recognize my sin and the traps that I am in. I will let myself be shaped. Stand against the measuring tape so I can finally begin to lose bad habits and to win in a race that I am in. I will let myself be beat, so I can learn to take the heat. I will make myself be last and let the masses cut. I'll watch them pass. I will cast my burdens down, fall down prostrate, hit the ground. Win the bruises and the cuts that act as muses. I will put off the superficial and I'll learn to face the real. I will live and I will learn. I will love and I will yearn.
Life is short and I will die. I will leave here satisfied.
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