Sometimes you walk out of this world
And into another, full of complacency.
Where all of your hopes and dreams from before,
Are revealed to be, the excuse.
The escape from present just to mentally be,
Wherever you were,
Just so long as you were free.
Free that is, from the here and now.
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 9:07 PM UTC
Sometimes you walk out of this world
And into another, full of complacency.
Where all of your hopes and dreams from before,
Are revealed to be, the excuse.
The escape from present just to mentally be,
Wherever you were,
Just so long as you were free.
Free that is, from the here and now.
For a friend.
