April 22, 2011
By Anonymous

I’m running, faster than I can dream, without moving an inch
Does it matter if I’m running to or running from
When all I know is I’m not where I should be
But maybe exactly where I want?

Impossibilities float over my mind
Constantly questioning my reality
Because what good is reality
When your imagination is more real to you?

All I’ve ever known is this
A paradigm that knows no bounds
We talk about freedom
But we’re all slaves to lies we don’t want to believe

Lies are my reality
Sometimes I run from them
But does it really get me anywhere
When my imagination was the liar all along?

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