When I was a boy demons roamed the lands
As others could not fight them off for me
I tried to fight them using my own hands
But my mind chose another Place to be.

Age made it harder to run to that Place
My mind required more to keep it real:
Empty love, An imaginary face.
Reality had lost all its appeal

The cage I made to keep the evil out
Has now become my incarceration
I seek to leave, of that there is no doubt
I must end this self imposed probation

Now friends show me how to open the door
This unfit Place imprisons me no more