10 June 2012
Hesitantly I open the gate With a creak and a squawk and a sigh Ivy covered with wrought iron curls There's more than meets the eye.
I edge inside the secret garden The gate swings back behind I look out over #Craziville And hold onto my mind.
I'm determined to hold on And keep my sanity I don't want to be a fool Spare me this vanity.
I trundle up to the brow of the hill And down the meandering path I jump in fright at a scary sight As I hear a stifled laugh.
For The Asylum lies in front It's walls gloomy and grim I look around, my spine is tingling As I go into a spin.
Should I stay, or should I go, Should I enter that huge door? My brain says leave, whilst there's still time My heart is wanting more.
Suddenly the sky turns black I hear ripples of thunder My choice is made; I can't risk the Lightning tearing me asunder.
Turn on my heels, and run so fast A lucky escape you say? The wonders of The Asylum Can wait another day.
The Asylum • Opuss № I