For the first time he expresses,
From my childhood, as he traces,
A madness, an infinite maze!
The madness that throws him off boundaries,
The madness that lets him take leaps,
Never cared on competing, or on wealth,
Never on social dramas, nor on degrees!
Inexpressible it is, for he bursts within,
Madness outside, an infinite void inside.
Eternally hungry, ornaments he never cared,
Hunger is only what he had known, didn't fear.
Getting lost, as everyday passes,
Although, continually in drama,
For the rest of the masses.
Mad he is, that's the only way he can be.
Words he tried, but more got lost,
Silence is the only way, and it doesn't cost.