Maybe, just maybe, will everything fade?
Someday I won't be forced to hide in the shade.
There is so much running through my head.
But all eventually falls silent and dead.
No one fully understands what I am trying to say.
Seems like I should just stay away.
Hide in my own little reality,
The reality where everyone can see...
The dreams of love are always there.
As always.... There is still dispair.
Yet, we can control everything we think and see.
For our minds, are our KEYS.
With every bit of creativity I behold,
Watch as my nonsense unfolds.
No one can, or will touch my mind or soul...
For those are worth more than gold....
