Who is Mad?

I saw him at the crossroads
He was condemned as mad!
They left him to hallucinate
And he really wasn't doing so bad.

He was talking to himself you know
And had a lot of things to say
As I sat in the car and stared at him
I wondered who was at play?

What made him loony and crazy?
Was it something terrible we had done?
Was it the trying times he had been through?
Was he doing it just for fun?

Well I would never really ever know
And, I'm sure neither would you
He keeps debating with someone
And looking for something to chew.

Is he hungry...is he worn?
Is he hurt...how do I tell?
I wish he would heal though
And stop looking as if he'd yell.

He looked right back at me
And scared as holy hell I was
He seemed to understand my thoughts
And time just seemed to pause...

We looked at one another and knew
That only when either of us died
Would the other know the cause and pain
When two opposite world's collide.