Let your mind play a couple tricks on you,

It may not be good but try something new.

For we have limited time,

And are bound by mortal restriction.

So give into Impulses,

For you’re one of a kind,

Always on the verge of extinction.

How people have condemned,

Sweet poison of madness,

Because for them,

A Burst of madness is worse, than the captivity of sadness.

Do not comb your hair today,

For you’re human beautiful in existence.

Do not worry for the world today,

For you’re insignificant.

Do not shiver from uncertainty of tomorrow,

For it’ll be no better no worse.

For it will always be the same,

Makes no difference if you’re sane or insane.

So,

Be mad-

Only you are your limitation for your internal madness,

For it’ll always be there-

Hiding and mocking-

While you call the unsettling urge; sadness.