Tightly wound and leashed,
my mind woke me up one night,
asked me to take him for a walk and a treat.
He needed fresh air away from the chain holding him constrained
And caged in too tight
I got up and dressed
Not at all impressed
How much really at best
can a mind be stressed?
I promised him I’d find us a bigger apartment,
one with windows for a view
So we could fill our lungs with air to breathe, and not be confined with a two by three
stuck in a box all the time
with no room to move
In a tiny compartment.
“Mental health is so important” he said
“I need to be walked daily and healthily fed”
“I know I am not good at this my best friend, I’ll try harder, you know you’re all I got in the end.”
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