madness is the only freedom

in a world sewn tight in lines  

where breaths are boxed and shelved  

the echoes of laughter sound foreign  

when it does not fit the mold  

they call us strange for dreaming  

for painting skies in furious colors  

when they've only ever seen grey  

their eyes squint at the unfamiliar  

to them, freedom is a locked door  

and madness just a broken chain  

but here madness is the wild sun  

burning through the fog of sameness  

they see chaos where we see truth  

their silence cowers, we are roaring  

we run barefoot where it's forbidden  

for what is life without rebellion?