Maybe We're Crazy
Yesterday I saw a woman talking to herself And it made me wonder Maybe she wasn't the crazy one. We live our lives, so indulged in ourselves And filter out so much That we don't see what the blind man does. Do I think too much? Or does our society except too little? How do we know what normal is If diversity is America, But we judge our neighbors anyway? Maybe we're the crazy ones, The ones that should be in some institution With the President, and his cabinet. Does anyone deserve to live, if we act Like we are the only beings that are important. Am I sounding strange? Or are you used to being so shallow That the only thing that matters now Is that your stomache is full. Full of what? Full of filth. Nothing is pure anymore... But who's to judge purity when even heaven Has it's screw ups. But who's crazy now? Our world leaders, putting their own needs before The people who inhabit the earth? Or the people inhabiting the earth Putting their needs before the creatures that were here first? How do you judge crazy? It's just a word... Maybe I think too much. Maybe I'm sounding strange. Maybe we're aimlessly living. Written April 14th, 2002 © on Apr 14 2002 08:47 AM PST 0 • 9
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"Yesterday I saw a woman talking to herself..."