James studied hard
He wanted to work for an advertising agency
Designing adverts that would stun the world
He loved his art
He fell for a girl called Sarah
They were together for six months
But in time Sarah lost interest
She found him a little dull
And found somebody else to impress
James was devastated and crept silently into his shell
He rarely went out and immersed himself in his art
He still did his studies and got good marks
But nobody notice him slipping away
Into a world of his own
He started to hear voices
Telling him to paint pictures of demons and devils
Telling him to start cutting himself
His parents took him to see a psychiatrist
Who recommended a spell on a mental ward
So he could receive the appropriate treatment
James was somewhat concerned
He didn’t quite grasp what was happening
And the voices kept telling him to harm himself
So he slashed a knife across his throat
They moved him to the Intensive Care Unit
He continued to paint his pictures
He was moved to long-term care out in the country
He continued to paint
The only thing that comforted him
He still hoped to work in advertising
But the world was passing him by
His parents still visited every few months
But his contact with reality was somewhat limited
Such is the life of the mentally ill
So take care not to lose touch with your friends
Or you too may lose touch with the real world
Think of poor James when you are getting married
And having children
He is lost in his dreams of glory and success
Sitting on his bed in a mental asylum
Still painting his visions and dreams
