The stars have burnt all what they had,
And I have learnt that everyone's mad.
Yet madness comes, though, from within;
Be it the bumps through thick and thin.
It's always divine like beautiful stars.
That through shine and reach the bars;
Of might and will to fight upright,
And make time still against the odds.
My madness drives me through my life.
The tears in eyes change into strife
And I hope that everyone stays this way
For normal maybe too mainstream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a beautiful and attractive write.