Mental Misdirection

I rarely write about mental health, other than commenting on patients with crazy, disruptive behavior.

Across the Border

When you're driving home
And it seems like it's the same old way
But suddenly you're lost, and across the border,
To me it appears, it must be something like
The fellow with the Mental disorder.

Derailed thoughts
Like a telegraph line
With its wires crossed.

It doesn't matter if you remember
Where your home is,
You're still going to get lost.

So what can you do?
Find an alternate route
Or maybe get a new map,
Or get a mobile home,
Then you'll always be there.

10/12/82