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Crazy world we live in!




They don’t call you crazy
          When you are an accountant
They don’t call you crazy
          When you are a mechanic
Nor do they call you crazy
          If you are a doctor, an engineer, a carpenter or a cleaner

But they call you crazy
          When you make music for the soul
When you create art from your mind… and not sell to the world
          When you play the beat of the heart
When you sing the song of the devil
          Or when you surrender to the universe

You are no different from me
yet I am far away
I touch you… feel you… understand you
You touch me… well… can’t feel me
For I am thin air… lost in the fair
          Catch me if you can… touch me
If you dare!


In my defense... this was written in my sleep... well, i actually dreamt this! If it doesn't make much sense, now you know why :p

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