Seeking Answer to Madness

I have seen a bit of me in you I have fought myself with you Seen the grass grow from green to blue Skies turning from blue to red I have hit the road when  The asphalt was still wet I have quietened down my murmur To keep your lips from burning red I have thrown the rain drops away When my hand was not yet full I have kept their wetness with me still So our hands could stick from falling When the walls are being painted black With shadows of covers, clothes and cosmopolitanism I have kept the black beads of the pearl to Still catch some of the lightness of the rainbow Why is it so hard then to build a house For two dark souls and with a thatched roof? Why is it so hard to just let the sunlight Catch a tiny glimpse of the raindrops? In my hand, just once? Just once? So we can sleep on a quiet hay of Rainbow and murmurs? Just a tiny bit? You must be wondering… What the hell am I talking about! And I wonder… just wonder How long are we going to wonder… Am I too bold? Am I too right? Am I too sharp to see through That these lines are not ready for this world? Am I too hard to get through? Or am I just plain intelligent enough to See that two extraordinaries are caught In one ordinary world trying to find A flick of rope with a label that will say... We are not Mad!