psychiatriclolita

Mummy, why did you not tell me? The cost of no boundaries on reality? That imagination overactive has a wall, it seems, Being one can never turn it off by will or self-means. That a corridor view reveals mystic truths? About futures and circles and wordly uncouths, You didn't say to me that one day I'd find Myself drifting down them, leaving worlds behind. Mummy, why did you not tell me? That most don't perceive the Absurdity? Blinkered to boxes of human medley, They don't see the green lights on Insanity. Perhaps the truth hurts; that old cliche, That tonics and lasers will save them some day, They don't want to think, so much