Fear not for me whilst I still scream and shout
That, my friends, is what staying sane is all about,
When I grow quiet and withdrawn
And fail to greet the morrow's dewy dawn
Then can you grow concerned, as well you may,
My hopes, my loves and dreams will then have gone away,
Where now are the ambitions I once knew?
Strange, I never saw them leave - did you?

No more trips down memory lane,
I shall forget and leave behind this pain,
So come along stay in this secret and well sheltered place,
Wander round this endless well laid maze
A mind just passing - surviving at a slower pace

1 comment:

val said...

Very well said, Maria. (Pauses to scream)!