That’s educated, once travelled the world, and she his equal
As they hold hands while I continue to listen, comprehend, and contemplate
Could this be me . . .
While questioning my own mental health at times,
Wondering, what is “reality” from one person to the next
As we all should take that question to heart, checking our own state of mind
While ending the day, opening the door and seeing her standing with open arms
Awaiting that evening kiss that caps off her day
And my only thought as I walk pass to the closest mirror and wonder . . .
Am I looking into the eyes of a man that’s educated, once travelled the globe
And wonder . . . is this my “reality”
As I’ve seen this face many times before along the streets, buses, alleys,
In buildings, in classes, and I searched the internet, encyclopedia
Where I find the many faces of schizophrenia
As it is labeled with unkind thoughts by those that don’t understand
How ones state of mind can change from a genius to thoughts of illusions
When they should be wondering . . .
Could this be me?