Locked up in the shrinky clink for too long now
Longing for release from captivity somehow
Medicated beyond reason, how I hate those nasty pills
Morning, evening & night, drugged up to the gills,.
A music therapy session provides tonic for my soul
I am serene for now but impatient on the whole
My request for weekend leave is under consideration
To spend time with family on an overnight vacation.
The doctor was doubtful, said he’d look into it
He didn’t seem to think that I was fit
But always there is hope & I’m clinging on to that
Without leave my weekend will be interminably flat.
Faith In The Ripple Effect 