There is no place for mad men

There is no place for mad men,

Meandering through a day full of conventions,

Bordering on the periphery of societal niceties,

Wading through pretentiousness,

There is no place for mad men.

There is no place for mad men,

Unable to fit in the mould,

Refusing to take the cure for their madness,

Roaming the streets of their mind,

To find the answer to the eternal question,

There is no place for mad men.

There is no place for mad men,

Some with a quill,

Some with a brush,

Quilling and painting their angst,

There are no takers of art,

Stemming from madness,

There is no place for mad men.

There is no place for mad men,

Born with an extra pair of wings,

Clipped from the base,

With feet tied to the ground,

There is no place for mad men.

There is no place for mad men,

Refusing to be replicas,

Finding the mould too small for their thoughts,

With dreams bigger than the space of a tyrannical mind,

They find themselves deserted and shunned,

There is no place for mad men.

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