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Mar 2018
I roam the streets freely
With no fears or worries

Embracing each day
With nonchalance

Dancing with childish ease
To the buzzing voice
Of the morning traffic

With blank eyes you stare

Masking your bewilderment
Spitting in disgust

As you hurry off
To chase illusions

Whilst I move like the wind
Caring not for attachments
Or never ending pursuit
Of happiness

Romancing the uncertainty
Of unknown tomorrow
Yet you think I am mad

Β Β 

YOU THINK I AM MAD


I roam refuses for food
Feasting on your left overΒ Β 
You think I am mad
With wide eyes you gaze
Upon me with derision
Masking your amusement
Often with a benign smile
Which slowly transcends to pity
The children serenade me
With songs of mockery
Whilst I dance unclad
Happiness I become
But you think I am mad

You dwell in your homes
While I lay in street corners
The night breeze lures me to sleep
We both wake at **** crow
On sunny days, you walk the streets
Clad in choking clothes
Your sunbaked faces
Trying to hide the wetness
Budding underneath your arms
I stand naked in the shade
Dangling my goods
You laugh at me
You think I am the one mad.
How would life be like from the perspective of a Lunatic (or madmen as we call them in Nigeria ;D)?
Me and a friend deliberated and decided to write on this on one of our random evening discussions. The second part was written by him.
Ifeanyi
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Ifeanyi  M/Awka, Nigeria.
(M/Awka, Nigeria.)   
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