You know, it’s a pretty good place
To lose your mind
What’s the point
Of sitting in an empty room
If you don’t start to
Figure out
Why god put you
In that room
In the first place?
What do you think?
You think you’re going out the door?
There is no door
There are no windows
There is no hole in the floor
You can crawl through
To get to
The basement
Or a ladder
That’ll take you
To the attic
To some magical attic
Where you can rest up
Where you, my friend
Are entitled
To rest
You can’t have anything
You can’t have food
You can’t have a bed
You can’t have a stitch of clothing
Or a reason to leave this room
So you just rock
Where you are
You just
Rock, rock, rock
And let the rhythm of that rocking
Tell you where it is
You belong
There are empty rooms
All over this world
With people in them
Just like you
You--
You think you’re better?
You think you’re better
Than an empty room?
You think you’re owed
Peace of mind?
You think there’s a reason
For any of this?
There are no reasons
In the dark
There’s writing on the floor
And the walls have faces on them
One wrong eye here
One busted lip there
Who left you here, huh?
Who put you down
And didn’t come back?
The room’s not big, is it?
It’s funny how
You could’ve wound up
In any place
In any place you wanted
And for whatever reason
You wound up here
That’s because
This is where you go
To lose your mind
And as far as that goes
It ain’t half bad
What you lose in the dark
You can’t see run away
So why not lose it all?
Why not let it go
Gracefully
When the time comes
To blend in
With the wallpaper?
The more you fight
The smaller the room gets
Until one day
It’s not a room
But a coffin
With dirt staining
The cracks
Where the nails went in
Coffins aren’t just for dead people anymore, you know
Sometimes
It’s the only place
You can get some rest
People with their minds intact
Are always running tired
And people who sit
In the center of a room
And let their mind expire?
They’re just running
They just run
And run
And run
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