On a day, many eons ago
a man planted a tree
stood outside of the asylum
as a symbol of the free

And today, it still stands
its leaves reach for the skies
and we gather at the trunk
the branches shade us from the lies

	I don't like the world at large
	as it fails me every time
	I will gather all my friends and leave
	before the hills and the water align

When the windows are clear
we take a peek inside
But they shan't break out
even though there is no lock

They cannot or will not
figure out the non-puzzle
It is a self-solving problem
just as their self-imposed muzzles

	I don't like the world at large
	as it fails me every time
	I will gather all my friends and leave
	before the hills and the water align

And perhaps there will come a day
on which the door will open for some
when they deserve to be outside
Sadly, it doesn't seem that day will come