Russell G. Robison

THE ASYLUM

There’s a corridor inside my head
Where I must walk a beat
There’s a room that’s marked Asylum
Where I often go to meet

It’s a place where much is spoken
You best pick your words with care
Because the truths the only thing
That’s ever welcome there

It’s always overcrowded
With some issues to review
And sometimes they start shouting
As I try to think it through

Gets crazy in there I admit
I often disagree
It is a strange sensation
When I’m arguing with me

I go there every day
It’s not a place for me to hide
Still trapped in this asylum
Trying to work it out inside