My heart is a dream my wish made

August 22, 2011
I need an escape,
Where can I go?
I’m sick and tired of all the nonsense.
Leave me, and go where you belong.
Do you belong?

I know where I belong,
I belong far, far in the center.
No, not the center of your childish ways,
But the center of the world,
Where I can feel appreciated and not disliked.

Hours pass and I arrive,
I’m at the point of no return,
And I hear your voices, “don’t go, what’s the point?”
But I ignore them, ignorance is bliss.

I discover, it was all just a dream,
Maybe dreaming is the key.

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