SCHIZOPHRENIA

A face I know so well

Or so I thought

A mind so simple

Lit with confusion and despair

He was born

not so sure when

He was here to share

the warmth of the sun

He was here to believe

the coolness of the wind

He wanted to be an Ace

But couldn’t keep up with the pace

the scars of misfortune

writ wide on his face

Destiny ! they said

that he was an addle-head

He fled into a safe corner

that never did exist

A mire of his own conceptions

A result of his own perceptions

Give me a hand comrade

for I shall not resign

The Act of God

I aspire to redesign

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