In escapist worlds of paper and light- it doesn’t matter which,
I can’t help but travel to the end, so invested I become.

I was trapped.
I’ll be trapped again and
I still don’t know how to fight.
I lost sight of the girl I want to be- here, in this world.

I mourn that sin.

I just want to be.

I wanted to go out and feel the way the wind rushed past,
I wanted to get done what needed to be done,
I wanted share my love.
We’re too impermanent to draw our focus from these things.

But I did.

I got trapped

In once upon a time.