Insanity

Sitting in an empty room
the mad man all alone,
The cause of his destruction
is eternally left unknown.

They say society brought him down
and left him there to die,
So he sits in his single room
not even asking why.

No bars are placed upon the windows
no locks of any kind,
The only locks that ever existed
where kept deep within his mind.

They say he once was brave and bold
a noble sort of man,
But then one day he seemed to snap
and to me his fears he ran.

But can you blame him fo what he's done
or say he's lost his mind,
For running from the loneliness
of a world too often unkind.

We're always seeking happiness
and never wanting pain,
With our pleading and longing
disappointment is all we gain.

So the question that I'm asking
is quite a puzzling one,
Why is it called insanity
when from your fears you run.