Mind of a Man

#ART... 

I live in a secret, my life is a secret. 

I built a mansion upon the clouds and beneath the earth, my castle awaits. 

I will speak words to steer revolutions. 

I will live my life like each second means I will die. 

I will demand that all kingdoms be in my possession and heads of nations submit. 

I will speak words and ignore, even if upon a stake, my head will be wanted. 

I will wait for the truth to unfurl and stand and stare at the end of days. 

I will, as was done to me, mock and scorn and laugh and live. 

I will tell the world my secret, as if in truth I had any secrets. 

I will look at myself through the eyes of a doctor, at the world through the eyes of a mad man, at death through the eyes of an artist and for a brief moment, catch humanity, a glimpse actually, through the eyes of gods; ancient and old. 

I will submit to all that makes me and surrender to all that I am made of. 

I will speak beyond what is considered normal and demand understanding from all things seen as obsolete. In a supreme God, I have belief. 

In an uncertain tomorrow yet, I do believe. 

I will find all that I ever wished for, within my grasp, and every question man ever asked would be my reason. 

I, beyond human reason, will tell the world I am sane, not because I crave sympathy but because in sincerity alone, I speak when I say understanding belongs to all beings considered less...