Am I not sane? Or am I paranormal? You- apparent to me everywhere, Only me, And the folks are yelling me dement. Light of the dawn, Beacons you. Is pulsar resonating you? I Can't let you perish Yes, the neighbors may call heathen. In my lectures, When I speak to you When your words caresses me, Friends call me a fool. Yes, let it be. In my bus, When I allocate you a seat, The crowds are crossed. Yet, nothing else matters, Though I may be absurd. In my walk, When I am talking to you, The rest get distorted. Talking to the winds, Yes, pagan I am. Yes, schizophrenia, You've yielded schizophrenia in them. They can't see, And I need to be with you, Only you. Forever and always. Thanks to your schizophrenia and let it be, For you, I'm the only, who can see.