Mad

In the labyrinth of reason,
The heart longs for madness.
Chaos, a dance with the absurd,
Where every poet’s vision stirred.

Echoes fall on deafened ears,
Music crystallizes fears.
The sane may see a garden, where flowers bloom and fade,
But the mad, they invoke forests, where feral fantasies parade.

Oh, to be the minstrel of lunacy’s embrace,
Leaving not a logic’s trace.
Colors refuse to conform,
The words of poets are reborn.

So, let the laughter echo,
An anthem of untamed sprite.
For in the realm of madness,
Chaos finds its tune,
Words transcend their silence,
Becoming songs too soon.