This neverending nightmareThe haunting of my mindAnswers are right thereCreeping from behind Shadows constantly stalkingUnder the new moon's light Questioning this illusionOf repetitive insight Everyday a new nightmareEveryday the same Listening to voices not thereRedirecting the blame Crying for solutions...

Walking down the corridorTo the sound of laughing echosCursing at the foreignersFrom the nearby local ghettos Citizens that he justified And "dangerous" immigrants Now that he sees them insideNothing is making senseThey are nothing like him As he passes them in the hall Blue...

     I one day concluded, as I was trekking through the wilderness of my schizophrenic mind, that I had never known myself better than anyone else did. I came to this conclusion after I had met my own mind...