Being Crazy

Lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling,

Thinking about life, and its rules so tiring,

Sometimes I just want to let go,

Of civic sense, of etiquettes and just roam to and fro.

Sometimes it's good to be crazy, better to be happy,

Better to sit down and laze, then ruin things, snappy,

Being normal is so boring, nothing can ever be gained,

By being in this rut, in this scheme of things tamed.

All I know is, it's better to be happy doing nothing,

Than to be sad, depressed and full of grief doing everything

You can to earn money and fill your pockets,

When empty is your heart and empty your brain sockets.

Have we ever stopped to look at the beauty of still life?
Have we ever stopped butchering people in the back with a knife?

Have we ever stopped thinking only about personal gain?

Have we ever tried to understand someone else's pain?

If we ever did the same, if we put someone else above us,

Other will call you crazy, stupid, like a madman in a bus.

But, you know what, sometimes it's better to be crazy and stupid,

What's crazier is being to the one you love someone else's cupid.

Follow my advice and stop this rut, go insane!

Be a human being, not an animal in the rain!
Let us for once live our life and be joyful,

And for once we'll be satisfied with good, if only a handful.