The Madman

They say what goes up must come down But that is not always the case I’ve seen this for myself and many others too And yet we keep this truth hidden from ourselves and others The madman within each one of use is the guardian of all evil The evil of good and the evil of kindness and the evil of all that can be Shall we dare enter through this gate of sanity without understand what awaits us How can we know anything of this other side without consulting the madman The madman is all knowing and our greatest protector Yet we fear the madman for reason we don’t even understand We’ve made up all sorts of story to keep the madman away And yet the madman man follows us everywhere we go No matter your efforts to escape your truth and yourself as far away as possible Far away has always been too close anyway to really get that far away The damage is done and what else can be done The struggle of the sane mind searches for the one escape to save it It looks everywhere and even within And within is where the madman reside, all so very close Never wanting to go to far, and who would that serve anyway No one but the others who say so The madman is far from a figment of your imagination All too real and all too close The madman too feels like dancing all over your soul Never once releasing his grip on what’s so easily freeing Can this be you and me in this same dream, in this same mind Captured in by the same madman without ever knowing the difference How can this be so in such a sane and civilized world, it seems It seems we’ve been disillusioned and fooled by our own sanity We’ve reasoned ourselves into insanity of a lucid world we created The good sense of all held in the only sane hands of the madman For that we must forever be thankful, otherwise we would be aware of all Aware of our own demise