The Touch Of Madness Poem by Wangchat konyak

He that smiles upon his own failure,
And cares not upon his own sorrow;
He that endures the infliction,
And utter not a word upon his ruins;
He that holds no earthly possessions,
And has nothing to bestow but time;
He that stands alone in the crowd,
And grounds himself calm and quiet;
He that delights to dwell in solitude,
And trouble not what goes beyond his fence;
He that seek no aids or attention,
And appears true without a masks;
Has surely had enough of madness
On his journey to existence.