I’ve craved escape for so long
and indulged in it more times than I craved it
that I'm not even sure I live in the real world now.
I’d worry about losing all the days, months, even years that won’t refill,
now I’m starting to wonder that maybe
I live in a time of my own.
My escape land with no clocks or sun.
While it is nice and numbing to be here
I’d wish to feel something once in a while, to be home.
I know the way out but I can’t resist another return.
Could there be a rope to pull me out
and tie me down,
keep me there in the real world for when
the world I escaped to starts collapsing inevitably.
Cause sooner or later they all do.
And one day I'm left with nowhere else to go
but dissipate along with it.
You see, they were never meant to home me forever.
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