My eyes see
Yet the don't understand

They think I'm a freak
Freak of the land

They gaze at me wanting
My need for success

They think I'm a madman
I know I'm the blessed

They dont get my picture
The skill I do waste

A madness inside me
A waste of this space

One day they'll remember
The drink we once had

The drink with that poet
No handed they grasp