Saturday, 18th February 2023
Written sometime between 2012-2015
I knew it would soon be a memory
Looking out the window
After my blood-pressure had been taken
How the feeling of being the rain
Hitting the rooftop would soon fade
To purely an observation
I wanted to hold on to what I felt
And yet worried for my release
I always wondered if I were crazy
If I should be locked up
But I was an idiot
Because as soon as I was in
I wanted out
To be allowed to leave
I wasn't crazy
I knew that
Or was I?
I had to leave in 5 days
If I were crazy I wouldn't care, right?
So I was honest
Sober and honest
And nervous
But they had already made up their mind
I was to be free
And yet, how easy would it be
To say one thing
To give it away
That really you are not sure
But I guess it's Catch-22
And you never know
Who should be where
