I am crazy, I cannot adjust
to the crowd, even one say I must.
I am crazy, and it is quite clear
one considers me to be quite dear.
In the multitude, being as one,
it is clear that the crazy is gone.
And I take in that being no part:
Recognition I want by my art.
The poem was corrected August the 4th 2017 at 08:38.
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