I know that you have been locked in there

 

Where? You can't tell, locked is all you know

 

The word echoes through the long corridors

 

You wonder, where did it come from?

 

That empty word, locked

 

Click is another word to describe it

 

The turning of the key inside big metal locks

 

And it is not the curly locks of a maiden fair

 

But the symbol of your asylum

 

 

In this place they call asylum

 

Your mind is as empty as your stomach

 

Your mind it seeks food

 

It seeks sunlight and people

 

To laugh and cry to express

 

Through vicarious trembling of your lips

 

The passions that burn deep inside you

 

You wish to be embraced by meaning

 

Like a tree digs into the rock against all odds

 

Living

 

 

But you are locked away

 

Somewhere in a hallucination

 

Of false banquets laid before you in white halls

 

Too sterile for even the saints to wander

 

You wonder what it is like to bleed

 

And stain the halls with your blood

 

To let all of those who give you sedation

 

To see with their eyes wide open

 

Their pupils dilated that Yes! You are human

 

And what a wonderful thing it is to bleed

 

To be human, to be loved, and in someone’s mind

 

 

In your room you sit and watch

 

Outside a window the birds chirp

 

The grass glisten, the trees tremble

 

And the door creaks, and the white robed doctor

 

He comes in, and you let out a scream, a yawp

 

A reaction to your mad world

 

Take the key and with it the lock, the door, the world?