At times it’s hard to wake up and not slip back into my dreams
I’d do this everyday if only I had the means
Why not live a life separate from reality?
What’s stopping me other than money, and social contracts?
Not to imply money is not a social contract
but it comes to the forefront of the mind when thinking
of metaphorical chains that bind me to your world.
Never felt as though I belonged here
My Feet have been tethered to the ground,
while my mind is trying to consort with the clouds.
It’s tearing me apart, splitting at the seams,
every bit of my being wants to break free
We’ve all been shackled, it’s high time to see
that freedom is hallucinatory.