Some minds are so damaged, behind walls they are kept
Escaping the bonds, wandering halls, blood have they wept
It's they who make the rules, and declare what defines the sane
Mistakes of saints, and wiser fools, intellectually are pained
Process and procedure, something to be maintained
they can fry the brain, when permission is obtained
They keep the keys in drawers, residing in their minds
Locking all the doors, and all the papers, signed
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 10:17 AM UTC
Some minds are so damaged, behind walls they are kept
Escaping the bonds, wandering halls, blood have they wept
It's they who make the rules, and declare what defines the sane
Mistakes of saints, and wiser fools, intellectually are pained
Process and procedure, something to be maintained
they can fry the brain, when permission is obtained
They keep the keys in drawers, residing in their minds
Locking all the doors, and all the papers, signed
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