I want to be outside in that sky

Summertime, so free, so high

Four walls are my captivity

This roof overhead contains me

I have so much to release, to give,
To share, to sing, to dance, to live!

So let me outside in that sky

Summertime, so free, so high

Well, time to get up…
Back to dreary reality,
I wonder what would happen if I just stayed in bed all day.
Would anyone really notice?
Would anyone even care?

Got up. Not paying attention to anything really.
I just want to go back to bed.
When i’m dreaming, i don't have to do the same thing over and over.
I’m just going through the motions in real life.

Almost time for bed, but i'm too overwhelmed to even go upstairs.
That’s it. I give up.
I’m Tired.

Take me somewhere
Anywhere
I’m sure it’s better
Than this dump
Called my mind

I want to be free
from thoughts
That keep me up at night
From daily responsibilities
That occupy me

Sometimes I wish
I wasn’t selfless
Considerate and obedient
Maybe then I could
“Let loose” and fulfil
My heart’s desires

Sometimes I escape
To a far away place
Where the screams are muffled
And the tears dry up
Where my memories can slowly fade away
Today I went to that place
And tonight I have to return
To my reality
Where the screams take place
The tears turn red
And the memories become nightmares

It’s really, truly morbid, how my vehicle came to me,
Twas’ the death of a friend of a friend of a friend
Of a friend who was close to thee
He was dead when I got your keys.  
I find that I’m quite infatuated, by your shining, crimson flair  
And your window that squeaks, and your faux leather seats,  
Stained carpets and central air
Who knew trucks could be debonair?  
Shall I name all life’s pains that mean naught in you?
Like that person who says, and then he says, and she says
They all say, and then it is true
So, I drive to find new points of view.
We will thrive on gasoline fumes and the human will
Until the ground is ****** dry and wells shot
Till then, freedom, adventure, and hidden hills
Will be ours, you and I, Bombadil.

There once was a boy who feared himself.
So he went and hid in a big bookshelf.
He picked up a book and started to read
he saw the hero and followed his lead.
He read, he lived within these books
saw himself, the hero with the striking good looks.
He wanted to see it all he said
as the wonder and joy-filled up his head.
From world to world he travelled far
he sailed the seas and explored the stars.
He laughed, he cried and lived many lives
in his desperate quest to help him survive.
But everything has to come to an end
the books were done and all were read.
Just like that, he was alone again
alone with his thoughts, away from his men.
with no more books to save the knight,
he picked up a pen and started to write.