When i am at odds with myself,
when my life fails to compute,
When i feel like selling this commodity called life,
When all i own and know does not make sense, i think of one man.
The crazy man along the N1 walking purposely to nowhere,
The crazy man in my village,
The crazy man everywhere,
He talks to no one, amuses himself, seems happy to me.
His party instincts are never wrong.
Where there is a celebration of some sort he never misses his selfinvite,
And when he arrives he gets on with the programme of the day(being happy)
He bothers no one but his body, his dancing is as genuine as that of a toddler,
He is boss, his opinion is the one that matters about him.
I have to be honest and say i envy the crazy man's life,
His obsession with happiness is what drives him daily,
He walks around the village looking for gatherings/celebrations of some sort to feed his happiness hunger.
His brain is very selective, it chooses happines thoughts, he chooses a life of an entertainer daily, his work lasts longer than most entertainers i know.
When i say i am crazy i literally mean i am in that state of happiness that is indespensable, that is negativity proofed.
The crazy man does not care what you think of his looks, dance styles,
He is so consumed with himself,
He enjoys his company hence you now and then catch him giggling to self,
He gossips with self, cracking now and then.
I sometimes really envy the crazy man'slife.
