superman came around, he wore a crown and not a cape.
i told him all about my plans to make a great escape.
they’ll never understand when they all just make demands with no true purpose, no plan.. are they heartless?
are they afraid to love?
so lost, with no idea of where home is to return to it, but they are not at fault.
they are submissive to fear & unaware.
so many versions of the truth, so many so confused.
what would you do if you knew the truth lies within you?
what would you say if you thought you knew the way?
im brooding at night.
& I do envy the day.
im still in love with the idea of a great escape.