I met a man who made them question
His constant murmuring
Drumming through his head
Thinking no one gets me
Thinking he's alone in his mind
But I hear the way he writes novels
His voice painting cathedrals
His mind crafting fantasy's
I see the wall that he's been writing on
The prison he's built for himself
The words his only escape
I hope he knows
Thats some people see him
Even if he dashes away