Madness Poem by Seiji Lushai

Chapped lips, emetic skin, languorous eyes.
Living in subsistence, counting minutes after minutes,
waiting for the day,
when my soul would be relinquished
out of these thoughtless thoughts,
that have been keeping me at bay.
Like a river flowing through gorges and valleys
to meet its destiny: the ocean,
I've been flowing with this ceaseless time,
Waiting for my day to come.

On sleepless dawn,
I often think of you, where I used to be
the merry me; the best of me.
My heart is empty like an abyss of void,
I'm lost like an unknown stranger
A wandering bark on the ocean; I am.
Would you fill my heart again
with contentment, with peace and tranquility.
They say wisdom is something to reckon with,
But I say its madness and be mad; that's the best
a man can ever be.

And to know something that no one knows,
is like knowing something no one knows about,
And it's a wild goose chase
to run after wisdom.
It only enslaves me
and incarcerates me in this cell,
of skepticism and doubt.

Even if it is madness,
I would say that it's worthy,
To put my faith to something
that no one has ever proved.
And a little bit of madness
Has always been the impetus for redemption.
Well, I'm waiting,
For you, to be touched with madness
of joy and contentment.
I'm waiting for a miracle,
I'm waiting on a day,
I'm waiting for my day,
That is yet to come.