Locked in a temperamental room
he glances to inspect the walls,
just as the ceilings start closing in.
It’s never comfortable
being told there is nowhere to go,
just as you’re standing there
sadly, the floor is ripped away.
Void of all his safety nets,
he has only had himself to depend on
and it’s never been a safe place.
Important to keep the screams to himself,
the streets are his only real redemption,
if only he could escape right now.
In the opinion of his inspectors,
the so-called doctors try and fix him
by doctoring away his only chance.
He begs for someone to trust in him,
swearing, he can take care of himself,
no one can believe in him anymore
with too many let downs and setbacks
to count in one lifetime.
He begs and pleads for his release
and the louder her pleads
the further away their deafness grows.
They hold all the cards to his freedom,
the problem is time, and all the influences.
It would be easy to slip up and lose him,
the doctors have tried to limit his access
he is still someone’s son albeit lost.
Maybe the solution is to simply release him
let him drift back to his delusional world,
after all, it’s the only real place
that makes perfect sense to him.
We could force him to conform
to learn all our rules again,
but by then though,
we would no longer