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 peace