BG-Light

I’m not insane. I’m not. So why am I here? Why am I here among these raving lunatics, trapped in a straightjacket, trapped in a little white cell? I’m sane. I swear I’m sane! But they didn’t listen when they dragged me away, they don’t listen as I plead for freedom, and they won’t listen, years from now. What will happen? Will my mind leave me? I can see the grass, the trees, the beautiful sky. I can see the moon, the stars, the waters of the ocean. I can see light, I can see snow, I can see cherry blossoms on the wind. But it’s not here. I can’t move. Why? I want to go home. Why can&rsquo