The Last Resort

The Last Resort

Stumbling down life's rocky road,
unstable with my heavy load.
I long to run away each dawn,
but some would notice that I'm gone.
Then one day I tripped on stress
and slipped beyond the craziness,
and though I wear my same ol' face,
I've checked into a happy place.
Where I'm so lost, they'll never find —
I'm at the Last Resort, my mind.
It's here, amidst my special thoughts,
I hide myself from those who sought
to have me put away a while.
Now secretly I sit and smile
for here I'm free to simply be
as men in white look out for me.