Long Live.

Have you heard of the man who walks around his city crying out into the air?
His cries are sad and his walk is filled with anguish, yet no one seems to care about him.
It is said that when he goes home he's happy and his wife and kids say he's perfectly normal.
I think that he's found his tree and taken refuge in the shade, forgetting the people around him.
He does what he knows he must to be happy, and he does it in freedom.
Good for him, who has found his key to happiness.
Long live the man who is free in his own mind to do what makes him happy.