I find myself in a wishful stupor
Mind focused on nothing but walking out the door
Into the bright and blinding sunlight
I hear my name but I can't stand another fight
Because all I really want is to get out
Escape; all of these I'd do without
Could someone?
Fly me away on a horse-drawn carriage
Stuck in a forceful one-sided marriage
An unholy matrimony to the world and its plasticity
I wonder what happened to the simple life and all its beauty
We all escape to worlds beyond
Writhing to keep my head above the clouds
The silence is too deafeningly loud
Reaching out for an invisible hand
Hoping for a haven pure and true to land
Suffocating; my lungs are on fire
Shivering as I fumble down the ladder
Could someone?
The idea of Mars as a home is gaining its appeal
Maybe we could discuss this over a meal
Corporate ladders turn me off like human droppings
Maybe you could say that of the world, I'm full of misunderstandings
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