road to recovery

a third person view
from the top of the room
from the vent near my cealing
shows a sCab thats not healing

i wonder if he knows the jokes the jesters play
or behind his back, the things they say
or in his sleep, he dreams while he lays
of a time and place unlike tOday.

will someone tell him he'll be okay.

whats in his head, i wonder
as he stares out the window of a passenger seat
while outside is lightning and thunder
and the rain gets colder until it turns to sleet

they say "dont drive your car so fast"
well hes not the driver, no he's not in control
and the tires are spinning, barely gripping the road
can't imagine the breaKs would do him much good.

he made it home tonight
but he wont be there tomorrow.
virginias where he'd rather be
where he can talk out his problems with a friend at a tablE.