In the town of the man, called Madman, he was thinking: " How is it possible that when the whole world, laugh, I am the only one who cry, and why when all cry, I am the only who laugh? Maybe my blood is different or my conscience is different, maybe I am awake at night and I hide during the day? Is the reality different for me and everything that exists have another meaning? What makes me be able to feel, listen, have intuition about what the others cannot see?
Maybe I am like a living dead for the others? who goes walking among shadows, talking about things that they cannot understand or maybe I only exist in the dreams or maybe I cannot understand reality? Why I am so different? Why is the world in reverse and I see everything upside down? And I ask myself, the reason that when the man kills, destroys and humiliates, he calls all these situations, battles, conquering, ruling and power? Why when the world spills innocent blood, they celebrate while I cry; and when people move away from the rain, I rather surrender to it? I want to be as the river, free, happy, smiling, without chains, unbiased, but nobody seems to understand, that life is a strict system to control and judge. That is why, I am crazy, and I laugh when the others cry, when they cry wanting to reach fame and glory, but my mind cannot understand. I enjoy the flight of the bird but people want to put it in a cage. I want the animals free in the forest, but all the others want to put it in a cage. I am mad because I live in a world that is too different and insolent, they all think that they are gods, while I don't think that I am special. I want to live in a house without doors and windows but people want doors and windows hard and heavy so nobody can enter or leave.
They cry their dead, while I am happy because they left and their souls are free, they fly by the sky, but people cannot see or understand this. Who am I? I am nobody, but they are the masters of the world, they are sane and enraptured with something that I will never understand. I am mad and I will stay like this."
Maybe I am like a living dead for the others? who goes walking among shadows, talking about things that they cannot understand or maybe I only exist in the dreams or maybe I cannot understand reality? Why I am so different? Why is the world in reverse and I see everything upside down? And I ask myself, the reason that when the man kills, destroys and humiliates, he calls all these situations, battles, conquering, ruling and power? Why when the world spills innocent blood, they celebrate while I cry; and when people move away from the rain, I rather surrender to it? I want to be as the river, free, happy, smiling, without chains, unbiased, but nobody seems to understand, that life is a strict system to control and judge. That is why, I am crazy, and I laugh when the others cry, when they cry wanting to reach fame and glory, but my mind cannot understand. I enjoy the flight of the bird but people want to put it in a cage. I want the animals free in the forest, but all the others want to put it in a cage. I am mad because I live in a world that is too different and insolent, they all think that they are gods, while I don't think that I am special. I want to live in a house without doors and windows but people want doors and windows hard and heavy so nobody can enter or leave.
They cry their dead, while I am happy because they left and their souls are free, they fly by the sky, but people cannot see or understand this. Who am I? I am nobody, but they are the masters of the world, they are sane and enraptured with something that I will never understand. I am mad and I will stay like this."
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