Sick from reality, I wander alone,
In a world painted gray, where shadows are grown,
The sun seems to hide, its warmth out of reach,
And dreams slip away like grains on the beach.

Every day feels a struggle, a climb up a hill,
Where laughter is fleeting, and time seems to stand still.
The faces around me, they pass like a stream,
Each lost in their thoughts, each lost in a dream.

I scroll through the headlines that scream in despair,
The weight of the worries is too much to bear.
A dance of dilemmas, a waltz of the stale,
Where hope is a whisper and joy starts to pale.

I sit on the corner, my heart feeling heavy,
While memories linger like weeds in a levy.
The hunger for kindness, the thirst for embrace,
Is buried beneath all the fear we can trace.

The city is bustling, its pulse in my veins,
Yet I feel like a ghost, a part of the chains.
Moments of beauty slip by in a blur,
As I search for the meaning in what we endure.

And sometimes I wonder, what life could have been,
If laughter was louder, if love reigned within.
But whispers of worries drowned out the sweet song,
In a world that feels weary, where so much feels wrong.

So I dream of a garden, where colors run wild,
Where peace holds the hands of each lost little child.
A place where the heartache can finally mend,
And the world isn't sick, but healing can blend.

I’ll breathe in the silence, let shadows take flight,
Replace all the sorrow with whispers of light.
For maybe reality isn’t just pain,
But a chance to find beauty that shines through the rain.

With eyes opened wider, I’ll step from the dusk,
Embrace the connection, the love and the trust.
Though sick from reality, I’ll stand and I’ll fight,
To find in this chaos, a flicker of light.

So here’s to the moments, both bitter and sweet,
To the dance we are sharing, the hearts that will meet.
For even when weary, we gather the thread,
And weave through the darkness, with hope up ahead.