Some days I feel it's better to remain alone
Because I can grow more in my imagination
Than I can in this world.
All of reality stripped to the bone
Creating my own metaphysical reformation
Where my illusions become uncurled.
Finally grasping at the unknown
As I create the perfect salvation
My cosmos becomes impearled.
Feb 26, 2013
Feb 26, 2013 at 5:05 AM UTC
Some days I feel it's better to remain alone
Because I can grow more in my imagination
Than I can in this world.
All of reality stripped to the bone
Creating my own metaphysical reformation
Where my illusions become uncurled.
Finally grasping at the unknown
As I create the perfect salvation
My cosmos becomes impearled.
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