GRAY MATTER
IT EXISTS, THIS PLACE "I" CREATED,
THIS OTHER WORLD, THIS FAR OFF LAND.
IN MY MIND "I" CAN FEEL IT,
TO ME IT IS SO REAL,
COME TAKE MY HAND.
I KNOW YOU THINK I'M CRAZY,
YOU THINK I'VE GONE INSANE,
BUT THIS PLACE IT’S MY ESCAPE,
FROM MY REALITY, FROM ALL THIS PAIN!
I GO THERE NOW SO OFTEN,
I'TS WHERE "I" LEAVE TO ESCAPE,
ESCAPE LIFE, WITH ALL ITS LIES AND PAIN,
BECAUSE THERE, “I” CHOOSE MY FATE.
SEE ALL THE MONSTERS THERE;
THEY ARE UNDER MY COMMAND.
IN THIS OTHER WORLD THAT "I" HAVE CREATED,
IN THIS FAR, FAR OFF LAND.
IN THE GRAY MATTER OF MY MIND,
WHERE THERE IS NO SENSE OF TIME,
THIS IS MY REALITY,
NO MORE DARKNESS, ONLY SUNSHINE.
I FEEL IT, AND MY SENSES SOAR,
AS I EXPERIENCE MY SECRET PLACE,
OVER AND OVER, I GO THERE,
NOT SURE HOW MUCH MORE REALITY I CAN TAKE!
THIS PLACE WHERE NOTHING BAD EVER HAPPENS,
THAT’S MINE AND MINE ALONE,
WHERE I NEVER WANT TO LEAVE AGAIN,
BECAUSE TO ME IT FEELS LIKE HOME.
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