MAD MAN

When the mind is a camera

And for everything, you ascribe a point of view

Then when would you, O madman?

Realize what is lie and what is true

If good makes you happy

And bad makes you sad

Then what would, O madman

Make you feel really glad

If you name the ugly as witches

And beauties as bitches

Then who would, O madman?

Come and weave your heart’s stitches

If anything said would confuse

And things spoken are of no use

Then why would you, O madman?
Give a judgment that would later diffuse