Eternal Poetry (Rap)

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I oscillate between two worlds

One inside my head, the other outside

I wonder which one will I prefer to be in

But so far, I am stuck in the middle of it

What can I do if the real world is bereft

Of possibilities, of opportunities to change

What can I do if imagination doesn't care about

Probabilities, my true capabilities, and reality's range

Sometimes I feel that I will end up trapped in my own mind

Lost in my own sweet thoughts

For only physically have I been bind

To the real world,

But my mind's concern for it--is naught

One day I will make it out of this well

That I dug in my own mind

Or fall into it deeper

Never again let them find

Unless time can rewind

Back to the old days

When I could believe in dreams

And sleep in solace.