Madness Undiscovered

By:Angela C.

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We are all mad
Knowing and searching
All the wrong
Do we find meaning?

Digging dirt in every other man,
Nothing in us
Clothing ourselves
Sanctity adorned dainty clothes

Perhaps the madness is that
We are self-absorbed
Matter obsessed
Number chained

Swallowed by shallowness
Shadowed by darkness
By man-made virtue and cultures
Nothingness now captures

What entity do we define us?
Even beast might despise
Or so even worst
No substance matters, we are of thirst

Pity land that hosts dwellers-
Who are watchers and blamers
These which are their mastery
Yet no good of professing

We question neutral sane
Narrowly ever determine
Maybe is the word
That could probably unfold

The crime of the fellow hastily we find
Look of disgust easily we compose
An accustomed doing for every individual
Perhaps maybe then we may know

To have a sight
How about a slight?
The madness we cant see
To know, -abling to wander and be free