Virginia

The river calls your name
And you listen
But they do not understand
So you try and hold yourself back
For a while
To make them happy
Well, not to increase the pain
At the expense of your own sanity
Of your own happyness
The river calls you
And you listen
And you write about your imaginary lives
About how it would be if you were to be set free
Imprisoned by your humanity long stolen from you
By doctors
By those you hold dearly
By those who do not understand
Selfishness is blinding
A puppet for their private show you become
In a theatre that becomes your prison
Your own house, not London
A doll deprived of self voice
But they can`t take away your thoughts
They are yours and your only
No matter how dark and twisted
No matter how hopeful and moral
The river calls for you
And you invite its waters in