Ta, KermitThe Boy From the Outside
There is a boy outside of the house I am in.
He is looking in on everyone inside.
He wishes he could be here
Occasionally, he finds his way through
The locked door- he finds his way in to us.
We always give him food and drink
To make him comfortable.
He falls asleep with us, but when he wakes,
He is back, locked outside again.
If only he could stay-
He tells us of his tales
Of the lonely outside world he lives in.
The hungry wolves that tear at your soul-
Begging for you to feed them.
Then they begin to feed without permission,
Making you weaker and weaker as each
Second goes by.
I sometimes feel the loneliness that
The boy lives with each day.
As if he and I are the same person-
Sharing the same memories.
When I wake after his visits,
I see this boy –
Looking hungrily in on us.
I am lucky to hardly ever feel his sorrow,
But I would rather never feel it at all.