Sometimes I get so obsessed
I completely forget how to breathe
I just want to cry out in distress
But they say no.
I just want to fall into dreams,
But the stoppers clutch at my seams
Tearing me down to the ground
To show me what’s real.
But what if I don’t like the sight:
The sight of broken leaves
It’s not what I choose to believe
I’m given no choice.
I see magic in sounds,
But they see numbers and nouns
When I rave on about silver crowns
All I get are frowns.
Why can’t I just fall into dreams?
Because this world is not what it seems
It wakes you from your peaceTo give you a made-up truth.