Where do you go, my patient, lying in bed with your mouth agape?
Who are you, my patient,when you cannot say what your mind demands?
What do you see, my patient,with pale eyes, unfocussed?
How do you feel, my patient,when you move your legs and groan?
Why can’t I help my patient when I see such pain and suffering?
When the mind is blind, the body is weak
And your cry is the cry of the misunderstood.