Analysis of MADMAN

I speak and search for the truth. Inside words and eyes, the things that I say are so damn loud that they shake bones and wake up the living and non-living dead. There was a time when I used to care whose feathers. I ruffled and what bridges I burned, but I learned a lesson with this match in my hand.

I walked many plains trying to explain my rhyme and reason in the light and darkness of everything. Everyone I heard went away, madman, this strange magic and wisdom we choose not to understand.'

Yet the true believers sat down with their glasses of wine and said sorcery  may it be tell us your story of the other realms through your sweet poetry