"Let's see how high we can fly before the sun melts the wax on our wings/ Let's see how fast we can go before our eyes can't follow the road."

yes, they rolled me into the ward in a wheelchair, even though my legs weren't the problem. But I walked out the next day.

Of course, I wasn't, but I was pretty sure I was better off than anyone else there. Not better, mind you, but better off. That is, my muscles weren't made rigid by anti-schizophrenic drugs. I wasn't drooling. And whenever I spoke, I did so with another person.