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.