t H e M e L o D y O f m A d N e S s

M.T.                                                                                          4:24 am     16^th March 2012

A madman laughing at the moon

Wonders why, we’re running too soon

 Nowhere to go, nothing to loose

To find his answers, he had to choose

 Wasn’t a madman, once in time

 Was worth a Penney, was worth a dime

Lived the suite, worked the cube

Ate the silver and smoked the tube

Days were lengthy, dull and long

Missing a melody, missing a song

Wished he could fly and fly so high

Walk the streets and cry his cry

Felt like an alien, in his own skin

With nether a kith, nor a kin

Thought for a while and he hit the road

To find his silence, his true abode

  He walked he smiled, he sang he wrote

Traveled till, he could stay afloat

Thrown around he was, abused

 Could find no help, he could have used

 Starved for days, has fallen weak

  Eyes are shallow, his expressions meek

Far away he thought there be

 A place for people as lonely as he

  In a village somewhere, under a big Mango tree

For years now, one could see

 There's a madman laughing at the moon

Wonders why are we'r running so soon

eMONK