The Mad Man

I sit here alone,
surely not lonely though,
besides the placid lake,
that murmurs as its waves flow,
the darkness here,
it takes away my ego,
and the silence around,
inspires me to think.

Its here that i shake off the mask i carry all day long,
its here in the reflection i find my true being,
its here i am at peace,
in complete unison with the other self.

Each night its here i sit,
trying to answer questions of life,
while the world sleeps sound,
i try to find the direction of right.

And though often you'll hear people say,
a mad man sits besides the lake each night,
holding a candle that burns bright,
now you know the truth alright,
its my Self,
that spreads around the incandescent light.