In another world

 In another world
I'd live and die
Without ever being
Enchanted by skies
By the stars that fill them
By the comets that fly
By the wishes that have never survived
In another world
I'd be alive
I'd feel like I am on this earth
I'd feel like I am truly myself
I'd feel the need
To fill the needs
That I feel
I'd do everything
To please myself
I'd choose constantly
To be happy
To be happy
Except this isn't a world that I
Live in forever
I am instead a person buried so deep
Within my sorrow
Within my past
Within my present
Within my future
I am not really present
Except I am
And I am not
The things I miss
Do truly rot
Breakfast with my cousins
Pizza during the night
An evening to reminisce
On the bygone times
The things I'm loving
Now aren't real
They're make-believe
In a world I filled
With my own creations
My own dreams
My vivid imaginations
That speak and breathe
I try to include my own self
Somewhere in that fantasy
But even I am not perfect here
I am filled with doubt
I'm full of fear
I am unsure what steps I should take
For my personal values are now at stake
Do I keep pushing forwards and take the risk
Or do I choose to play it safe
Do I decide my fortunes for myself
Or do I follow the path they made
Those who believe they know what's best
For my future and for my stakes
I am still full of mistakes
Full of errors and problematic takes
Full of hope and hopelessness
Hope I would someday grow out of it
In my make-believe world
I truly exist
Yet sometimes I find it
Hard to exit
I am sometimes stuck within my head
Sometimes even when I'm asleep in my bed
My mind fabricates some insane things
Some realities I wished to exist
So my brain and I came to understand
That only my wish is his command
I wish that I did live in that other world
But sadly I am stuck here with all my words
All my memories and all my rhymes
All the things that I use to pass the time
In another world, I'm still not perfect
But at least there, I'm not filled with conflict

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