In the eye of the storm, where thoughts collide,

Dwells the madman's wisdom, where truths abide,

His voice, a whisper 'gainst the roaring tide,

Speaks of worlds unseen, where secrets hide.

Chaos is his canvas, wild and wide,

Painting visions that the sane deride,

Yet within his madness, there's a guide,

To the depths of knowledge, deep inside.

For the madman sees what we push aside,

The beauty in the broken, the untried,

His lunacy, a lens, magnified,

Reveals the universe, mystified.

So listen close when madness is implied,

For in the ramblings, wisdom may preside,

A grain of truth, in folly's great divide,

The madman's wisdom, forever allied.
© Madman