They call you mad,
because you dream with your eyes open.
They call you lost,
because you refuse to walk their well-paved roads.
They call you dangerous,
because your words ignite thought like dry grass.
They call you disobedient,
because your silence listens deeper than their noise.
But do not bend,
for truth has never been loved by the comfortable,
and freedom has never been sung in unison.
Walk on
the mind they fear is the one still awake
in a world that sleeps standing up.
Oct 14, 2025
Oct 14, 2025 at 4:47 PM UTC
They call you mad,
because you dream with your eyes open.
They call you lost,
because you refuse to walk their well-paved roads.
They call you dangerous,
because your words ignite thought like dry grass.
They call you disobedient,
because your silence listens deeper than their noise.
But do not bend,
for truth has never been loved by the comfortable,
and freedom has never been sung in unison.
Walk on
the mind they fear is the one still awake
in a world that sleeps standing up.
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