Who’s mad?

He who thinks the sky is a cocoon of silk
And the oceans combined is a drop of milk
And a sword is but a blade of grass 'oh, that lad'
He must either be a genius or totally mad

He was not a genius in any way
He roamed on the streets, all the day
Wearing only the dirty trousers he had
So, people decided to call him mad

He lost his family once and so he pined
It was then, when he also lost his mind
After the tragedy so full of pain
He never ever did weep again

One day he would fly like a bird
And on the other he wouldn’t utter a single word
Then all of a sudden he would dance all right
And sing along with the dogs at night

He knew the language of all the lands
Because all the evil spirits were his friends
He had rubies, pearls and lots of gold
He surely was the king of the world

He could even jump from the sky
Because he knew he couldn't die
He was much stronger than the super man
And i had never seen a happier man

All the people called him mad
Just because he was never sad
They were jealous of this young lad
They couldn't make out who was mad

Away from this mad world's frown
This mad boy was so happy by his own
There is so much for a mad man to gain
We must pity ourselves for being sane.