What else could we do
except watch the world around us?
How could we voice thoughts we do not know?
And Sometimes we just can't cope,
Yet we can't bring ourselves to admission.
So we fixate on what can never be real,
Because it stops and seals us from realisation.
We derealised from the world we're supposed to know,
Instead we escape to where we can never go.
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 6:20 PM UTC
What else could we do
except watch the world around us?
How could we voice thoughts we do not know?
And Sometimes we just can't cope,
Yet we can't bring ourselves to admission.
So we fixate on what can never be real,
Because it stops and seals us from realisation.
We derealised from the world we're supposed to know,
Instead we escape to where we can never go.
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