Mad man, Mad man

He was a mystic from the east.
A band on his head covered his nakedness
He hurled imaginary words on the passer
As he limped on that stony road
When the heavens took the lights away
He sat under the night sky
And he called that his home
like a wolf in the night he cried out
"Truth and untruth lies together
I saw a white sage
with torn clothes on his right shoulder
and a purple cloth befitting the king
on his left
He was riding a horse
and when he passed by me he was on a donkey
Its is the truth he cried out
I haven't seen a creature like that before
who could create it, the Divine?
Or the vileness beneath the ground?"
"mad man, mad man
Look at the sky, is it empty?
Then what is cloud?
Does it not hold water like the women with a child in her womb?
Mad man mad man
Where do you come from?
From emptiness?
Who made you like you are?
I saw a woman giving birth to a human
When I see you I see the creature that the white sage drove.
Mad man, mad man,
your words are swift like horse
your thoughts lethargic like donkey
Mad man, mad man
You make yourself the scum
you blabber eloquent words
assuming yourself to be the king of all knowledge
you say you have the wealth, you say you know it all
You posses the mind of the king
Yet you find the ant on your leg when it bites
You say you are powerful than the Divine
But play with words when you are asked
"what about tomorrow?"
Mad man, mad man
life comes from the life giver
And a book ends when the author decides
soon the Divine will cease from writing
Smoke will rise, fire will fall

A cold wind from nowhere covered the mystic
his shouts became feeble like a child's whisper