The Right to be Crazy

The Right to be Crazy

If crazy is the willingness to leap out of the ideological box of regularity,
If crazy is deemed to be unwilling to accept all things normal
If crazy is the need to go deeper and stay longer
If crazy is the need to find a foundation, that is my own,
then I might be, just might be, in the confines of your construct of craziness.
If my unusual behavior, disturbs or offends, and the quirky nature of my attitude,
defies the trend, then maybe , just maybe, I am as you observe, crazy.
My attitude is subtle to change not based on the atmosphere but the sphere of mentality, that I am in, I am not ashamed to fend off past the fences of normalcy, and engage the deep woods of thought, I might be, just maybe, as you would observe as crazy.
Sometimes my questions veer off the edge of reason, and I ponder the answer,
often my issues are deeper than emotion and my flair is more than an effect of my inner commotion. Sometimes, I dwell on my dreams longer than my eyes stay closed, sometimes as you speak, I see versions of my imagination divinely unfold. So yea , I may be, just maybe as you say Crazy.
If Crazy is the right to walk in and out of season, at my minds own cognitive melody, and seize the moments arrested in development with symphonic harmony.
Then maybe, just maybe I am as you see crazy.
Not ashamed to make mistakes, or laugh when I engage a fake, not solemn in dignity, to ignore the issues of human indemnity.
Not sold on occasion, on the stakes of history but bold enough to watch the hangers dwindle in their seamless victories.
Cast away as non resolute or somewhat aloof, don't get it twisted, my access to the hangar of common knowledge hinges on my level of supremacy.
Maybe these words will live to engage, some young sage person of inner rage, whose only focus in life has been to do better, and think harder as a go getter.
Some misspoke your future as mess, when their minds were calculating your loss, were wrong all the more and failed themselves more or less.
No rhythm more genuine than your own, the beats, drum on through you mind, as the words anxious and surreal linger on.
They say Crazy is as Crazy does, keep thinking I'm Crazy as I mount the clouds with my thoughts and use the mountains for propulsion to leap off to a height never seen, and a depth never experienced, so maybe , just maybe I have earned the right to be crazy!