Seeking Sanity

This is stupid, these people insane.
See the list on the wall? The god they understand
seems not to be hitting the mark,
restoring them to sanity. It's a nuthouse.

The doctor's an idiot to think they can help me.
Psycho babble. No, not quite. Theo babble maybe.
A herd of lemmings chanting the chants, 
clinging together, hugging, holding on like rats
on the deck of a sinking ship.

They talk of what they've got,
expect me to want it.
They're pleasant enough, nice to me
but what do they have I want?
Still there's something I can't quite name,
some air, a breath of hope maybe.
What is it they have I want?