I once met a man who was certainly insane.
Intrigued, I searched for an explanation,
Pondering the genesis of this troubled soul.
I thought about his parents as being the cause;
He never mentioned them by name,
Solely referring to them as 'those people.'
I tried to find out about childhood friends.
He only talked about pets that he called 'family; '
Barely acknowledging that he was ever young at all.
After speaking with him, I had all but given up.
I had found no suitable answer.
My mission failing, I accepted ignorance.
In a final attempt to gain my prize,
I asked him outright, 'What happened to you? '
Upon hearing his response, I shuttered at the truth.
He told me, with no shift in his voice
'What are you talking about man? '
'I am a madman by choice.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem