Of Poets, Musicians, and Madmen

Turning another leaf,
why must it be grief,
what have I done to suffer this way?
I’ve given my best
to all the rest,
I’ve even done
more than my share.
Is it my fate
or have I found out too late,
that I live in a world
where no one cares,
where no one dares
speak the truth
except poets, musicians and madmen.