Out and about
He’s good for a while
He’ll talk more, laugh more
Sleep and eat normally
But then something happens
Like a switch turns off somewhere
And what he’a left with is the darkness of his mind
I am tired,
Not for lack of rest.
It’s something deeper.
Deeper than the fibres of my skin.
A thousand times I’ve attempted faith,
Thousand times I’ve played it.
“Very little is needed to make a happy life; it is all within yourself, in your way…