My Theory for Drug-Free Psychiatry

I see the world in veils of gray,

Where hearts are sold and minds betray.

They chase the gold, yet lose their way,

But I remain—come what may.

I long to leave these hollow streets,

Where love is bought and truth retreats.

To soil and sun, my soul will cleave,

A seed to plant, a dream to weave.

I've faced the weight of cruel decree,

A hunger for tranquility.

Yet faith still whispers, endlessly,

A prayer for light, for clarity.

Through restless winds, my past has swayed,

By passion’s fire, my soul mislaid.

Yet honesty remains my creed,

In truth alone, my spirit freed.

If you would walk this path with me,

Then tread with grace and dignity.

For I shall stand in sovereignty—

I know myself. I'm meant to Be.