About ten years ago I fell into the abyss

It was not a comfortable experience

But I was helped on my return journey

By a depressed psychiatrist

Who committed suicide last week

This news hit me hard

And I found myself

Standing on the railway tracks

At the back of my house

I wanted the pain to end

But nothing happened

No trains crushed me

And then I heard God’s voice

I recognised it straight away

He told me that this railway

Had been closed for over twenty years

And that I was wasting his time

I was told psychiatrist or no psychiatrist

That I should grow up and get some balls