Who’s mad? The one who circles like the rest?
Or is it he who goes against the stream?
`Tis difficult to get out of that nest,
From that self acting place which feels so trim.
Does from sheer freedom every man has fear?
To master his own will, his own desire;
And by that choice no longer to be peer
Among the rest, but to strive proudly higher.
And every man has will to be unique,
Yet chooses he to differ not too much;
Thus when we find that special which we seek
We draw in fear aback, from people’s watch.
`Tis very difficult outside that scene;
I know, for in that circle I have never been!
Arik Bikman