What Do I Do?

I need help getting up,
From the bed to the chair,
But where is the help?
They don’t really care.

I want to be me,
And I’m told that I should,
But if certain ones see,
I’ll be done for, for good.

Trapped in a chair,
Confined to my home,
No way to get where,
I know I belong.

Out in the city,
Down at the lake,
I just want to see,
More than my place.

No one can see me,
I’m not really here,
When they do finally see,
Then I won’t really care.

To get where I want to go,
I need some help now and then,
That help doesn’t come, though,
Call for some help, again and again.

– van –

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