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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    YOU THINK I AM MAD I roam refuses for food Feasting on your left over   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.
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Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 11:31 AM UTC
YOU THINK I AM MAD
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    YOU THINK I AM MAD I roam refuses for food Feasting on your left over   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.
#nigeria#crazy
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Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 11:31 AM UTC
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