They Call Me Crazy

​They call me crazy, and I call life insane.
If I am psychotic,
Then what does that make the people that sent me here?
The world is a jail.
Comfort, normality, morality.
If that doesn’t make you sick, then what does?
Revolution is needed,
And revolution has never come from a man that has followed rules.
You don’t feel it?
You don’t feel the desire, the desperation, the ambition,
To be free?
Maybe my lifestyle is Russian roulette,
But I am not dead yet,
And that is why we are not the same.
Not because I am crazy,
Psychotic,
But because I am,
Free.
You, are safe.
Safe, in concepts, institutions, mindsets.
Have you ever chased,
With pride?
This is not what we are,
Who we are.
Labels, names, words,
Means as little,
As the life you are living, if you let them apply to you.
I am in debt,
Because I owe the world something it has given me.
Life, a mind.
I owe impact.
This is where destiny has led me,
Because I have followed it.
I stare in to your eyes,
Because it is incredible that the universe,
Has led me to this, you.
Fear, an illusion,
Mind, an opportunity.
Life, a dream.
So live it.
It is, that simple.
Ignorance, challenges you.
Labels, restrain you.
Pain, refrains you.
That is the world.
But freedom,
Is inside of you.