Ramblings of a Madman

Same Old Place

Every day I'm trapped in the same old place.

Every day I want to see a change of pace.

Yesterday I tried, with a ride I was supplied,

To go on an adventure, turn my life on its side.

I was stuck in a body, but now my mind knows no boundaries.

It's the vessel to adventure, new places to confound me.

I can be what I want. Live a life that's prosthetic,

Meanwhile ignoring the fact that I'm pathetic.

I'll let my life rot as I abandon reality.

My mind may live on, but it's a physical fatality.

My blood will go stagnant in a room, the walls bare.

But I won't care. Mentally, I won't be there.

Reality is pointless if imagination's better.

I'll escape this mental institute, let my body fester.

My family stopped visiting. They say I'm "too far gone".

I'll seek my own asylum, reject the pills I'm on.