Where she got lost, she couldn’t say
She only knows, she’s there –
A thousand million miles away
From almost everywhere

Now, those who’ve never been its pawn –
Depression hasn’t scarred –
Think: rouse yourself, and just move on;
It shouldn’t be that hard

But like a hood over her head
She cannot see to walk;
Well-meaning friends, full-sighted, fed,
Aren’t really ones to talk

Although, she’s grateful that they’re there
Wherever that might be –
She’ll just keep going, breathing air
In hopeless
Expiry