This world dull
This world mundane
I began to mull
Over ways to keep me sane
Silver lining,
Golden taboo
Social missions,
Forwarding visions.
For this is the life
They have regarded of me
They make me strive
They make me see
But this world fake
This world unreal,
Forests bizarre,
Words unread.
Anonymity would be hardest to achieve,
Over exposure is all I get
What is this word that you call believe?
The world has my mind and thoughts all set
For there are sticks, stones, and chains
But what would bind me but my own misery?
For the day you will see my face so strain
Would be the day I drown in delusions I can’t see.
I had once been eccentric
I had once been a phantasmagoria.
Then the storms and hails of wind prohibit
Any word I deem as mine.
Was I drowning, really, in fancy illusions?
On the contrary, I seek for dreamlike refuge
Yet I still have to remind myself my thoughts were hallucinatory,
For it’s any day now, misery.
