Will I become like the old man from next door?

Obsessed with fear of losing his mind,
he soon couldn't take care of himself anymore
He had no friends or relatives to look after him,
only once a week some male nurse dropped in

He was found in his bed, dehydrated
unconscious, as he was, they brought him to a diffrent place

"We have never heard of him since"

He lived alone in his house for most of his life,
and I wouldn't be suprised,
If he had died the same day they put him in a room
with the people he'd never seem before

He had a wild garden behind his house
so beautiful and dark
woodpeckers and squirrels lived there,
and hedgehogs, mice and martens
Hazelnut-trees and wild strawberries grew,
and cherries, apples and pears, and currants of red and black
all hidden in this private place

In the safty of the shadows the fragile fern slept,
aloneg the winding paths the wild-flowers wept,
snowdrops noddld their little heads in spring,
of which I do not know the names

And, of course, there was ivy everywhere

It happend the same week they took him away
workers hacked down all the trees in the garden
hired by the envious people outside who had always terrified
by the beauty that enchanted this place,
and the darkness it was breathing

Yet, none of them could keep the DEAD BIRDS FROM SINGING