Intuitive In his understanding Of the things that have caused Mind numbing distraction   Its a guessing game When the truth is hidden Sometimes in sight Though maybe not often   Is a depression Casting a cloud Are you unhappy With all that life has brought Confidence low You're looking down Eyes on the pavement A constant frown   Crippled by falsehood You find yourself hiding Its only by chance that you are now confiding In the man who is sitting Within easy reach An ear you can borrow A suggestion may teach   You said you were happy Ten years ago The trip now to this place Has been long Its been slow   The drudgery of an existence Tarnished by fate You search for some help Before its too late   What shall be the message You wish to pass on Will they believe you Formulate plans   Will it be a secret You've been scared to release It sounds like...