Out Of Mind

(Chris DeGarmo) Little girl sits in the corner locked in a stare. Arms waiving madly at something that sadly isn¹t there. Dressed in the day¹s best by a nurse who¹s nowhere to be found. What does she see ? Maybe she¹s looking at me. Old man is strapped to the seat of his chair wearing a gown, shouting and cursing at someone who clearly isn¹t around. Father Time has twisted his mind. The staff says, ³He¹s not well !² To whom does he speak ? Maybe he¹s speaking to me. So we keep these people inside these walls, from society. Their forgotten lives safe from the crowd, they can¹t leave. Through the doors come people like me, good-bye to them. They see a picture few of us see. They can¹t leave. You¹ve left them here for me.