Sanity

The most elusive fugitive there is His sentence is a life without parole Escaping from his cell, he's such a whiz Breaking out whenever guards are low His leaving causes panic to arise And unbeknownst to all is where he flees Upon return he has no alibi When questioned, answers given seldom please What if he leaves and gets lost in the past Or hides so well he never will be found We always worry if each time's his last And hope it's just a night out on the town It isn't known exactly how he leaves But when he's gone all search for sanity March 13 2016 by Daniel Turner