Schizophrenic Poems, Short Stories, and Thoughts

Listless and broken, the languid souls sing to the sky
Internally and eternally broken we lay and forever lie
Distant from this reality we break on the inside
Far beyond an outreach, distances from some sort of insight

Absent in thought, we are misplaced by time
Wretched, this reality lacking, forever falling out of line
Yes, for now, we are still distant from this place in thought
We just can not seem to retrace the pathways we sought

Where are we now, and how do we return?
Into a frame of thought, we fear we shall burn,
How do you find your way into a new day?
Not withstanding the sting of the old way,

One day we shall lay and forever lie
Off from an existence we left far, far behind
No thought can prepare you for this journey ahead
So, live free for now and free without dread