Wherever I sit I die in exile From the life I never had The life of the body
Effects less than obvious And decidedly wrong Imaginary worlds breathe and stand And take a life of their own
A culture of I wish I was And an inner life to match My mind is set on the goal Though my feet stray from the path But I must retrain And find new shoes And walk away from this hell Of self-loathing doubt
Feb 11, 2011
Feb 11, 2011 at 7:06 AM UTC
Wherever I sit I die in exile From the life I never had The life of the body
Effects less than obvious And decidedly wrong Imaginary worlds breathe and stand And take a life of their own
A culture of I wish I was And an inner life to match My mind is set on the goal Though my feet stray from the path But I must retrain And find new shoes And walk away from this hell Of self-loathing doubt