Often times I close my eyes
And dream of place.
Somewhere I never have to leave,
Somewhere with no goodbyes.
When reality becomes too much
I dream of looking at myself from outer space.
Out there nothing can hurt me, nothing can peeve.
This dream is my crutch.
I go there a lot to think.
I think I’m losing this race.
I’ve come to realize that winning the race of life cannot be achieved,
And with this realization I start to sink.
If life cannot be won,
Then what is stopping me from getting lost in this place?
I could get lost here and never leave,
Never find what I’m looking for and just be done.