Crazy Society

In this hastily moving crowd of thousands,
I often find myself stranded alone.

Trying to adjust with the hurriedly society,
I always adrift in my own zone.

I have come a long way in this mental asylum,
No longer I can carry this superfluous crazy stone.

Building careers are a 20th century invention,
Living extravagantly with freedom is my new throne.

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