(Written while listening to and watching an awesome Sade concert)
MADNESS
Madness is
the man at the bus stop
talking to himself
yelling out to everybody
how nasty gay people are
and then he gets on the same damn bus as you.
Madness is
the little girl outside your apt building
throwing paper all over the ground
and when you say something to her about it
twenty years later you're still being punished by her family
because you dared to say something about being disrespectful to where we live
and so many more are like that family
they care nothing about their home
this earth we call home.
I saw a man throw trash on the ground the other day
like it was the thing to do
and I'm the one they call crazy.
Madness is
caring so much
maybe too much
feeling so much
thinking so much about those
whom to them I am but an afterthought
a strange weird thing
but the only bizarre thing I ever did was speak the truth about how I feel
(Apparently this isn't acceptable to the masses)
Madness is
being rejected by those
those who in another life
coulda been my soulmate
and I'm not even sure I believe in such things anymore
Madness is
knowing so many things
knowing about folks
knowing what their gonna do before they even say or do it
hearing everything
feeling the spirits move around you all the time
feeling invisible eyes on you
invisible fingers picking at the computer files that are parts of my brains
feeling like you are in an epic movie
and knowing ultimately you are
a supporting character
even when you feel the limelight on you at times
Madness is wanting to run
yet not knowing exactly where you want to run to
to kickstart that exciting music at the end when you make your big comeback against
the bad guy.
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