My brother started sniffing glue
At an age when I was not
Able to pay him any mind;
Now he’ll never have a girlfriend,
Or ever go outside a lot,
Because he’s schizophrenic and blind.
If I could turn back the clock
To the time when taking a walk
Was a simple thing for him to do,
He wouldn’t need that white stick
Or that talking watch I hear tick
In my melancholy mind.