Asylum

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Happiness is a mystery

I've pondered for so long.

Never truly reached nor found,

Struggling to be strong.

Sanity is a far off goal,

Always out of reach.

A trying part, a work of art,

A skill you cannot teach.

Amidst the shadows and farewells,

Your voice, to me it calls

Beyond this white, beyond these straps

And chains and padded walls.

Outside the prison of my mind

Though against my will

Is all the world I've left behind

Up here I'm with you still

Despite the paranoia

That cuts me to the core

I long to run and dance and sing

I know there must be more

Beyond this room, beyond this place

Out there somewhere you roam

No! I must escape from here

This is not my home.

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