A mad man😡

What is a mad man thinking? As he sits on the bare floor, Face down, palms on knee, What is he thinking? What is sanity like? The idea of people fully clothed passing by and giggling? Or his own amazing nature of being able to manage a dress for a year and more? What is a mad man thinking? As he walks around, picking goodies from gutters and gabbage cans, While having an amazing time communicating with the invisible, Laughing heartily at his own joke, How good it feels to get free foods and junks from careless owners? Or how amazing it is to have such food kept and reserved for himself alone? What is a mad man thinking? With face hard and stern? For a moment, did he realize nature? Did he realize the ways of men? Is it unfair? What about when he chases others around? Even in insanity, does something not feel right? What is a mad man thinking? When he laughs, roam, frown? What is a mad man thinking? ~Palmpen.