I’ve learnt over time,
that poems needn’t always rhyme.
That it’s okay to speak in words
that make sense only when they’re mine.
I’ve learnt our world is such
where everyone is mad and thinks normal is sane
so turns out that they are all trying to be the same
and some people stop learning while trying to fit in
but others , misfits , find company within
In knowledge that they seek and find
within the labyrinth of the mind .
The wheels of time keep turning .
Madness is simply – not learning.