There's a specter in the corner of an illustrated page   And a lonesome muted stripling with a rapt remedial gaze.   The poverty of his language and the wealth of his emotion   Bring him endless murky musings and unexpected frustration   Angst and madness weave the fabric of his life.   Tomorrow might be better but right now it feels like      There's a panther wild and proud behind the bars of a redolent cage,   And an underdeveloped intellect filled with impotent and static rage.   And don't think you're exempt if you earn good weekly wages,   'Cause you're neighbor's going crazy and insanity's contagious.   I know there's so much you want to say   But your tongue gets in the way and sometimes it feels like      I know there's so much you want to say   And the tumbrel of your mind gets in the way.   It's the same for everybody to degrees.   We all get that foggy freeze and sometimes it feels like