sometimes in life you listen
and sometimes in life you hear
stories of people close to others
of loved ones nowhere near


Loved ones who’ve travelled far away
where they’re going they didn’t say
Packed a bag and on their way
their minds too complex to convey


For they know this world
like they know themselves
and better than they know you
they see its ways in all the days
and true life they must ensue


their hearts are different,
their hearts are right
do not hurt, corrupt, or fight
Heads are high, eyes are bright


Walking on that mountain range
the crazy ones who are not strange
the crazy ones might saner they be
you see them walking away from society.