Wyatt's poem "If Only I Was Back There"

You talk to him he shakes his head,

She calls you; you have to hang up,

You need something she laughs,

You say something and it’s hopeless.

You can’t get where you’re going;

Unless it’s written down.

I wish I could but I can’t,

It would take years.

You can’t ask,

You can’t tell.

It’s not in the home,

But it’s all outside.

You can’t read or write,

You want it to be over but,

You enjoy being where you are.

You wish you had that but,

There is no this over there.

It’s bad right now but,

They say it gets better.

Yet do you really believe them,

This doesn’t work, back there it’s

Much better than here.

If only I was back there.

It would be better.

If only I was back there.

Can you guess what this poem is about? I had to ask. Above are a couple signs at the Wild Animal Park on the tiger cages.