You saved me, sacred world of illusion.
Please keep me away from this cold, cruel world.
If I may never return, so be it.
Wandering, wonderful, replaced in time.
Insufficient there, with no shoes or king.
Both vibrant, but here colors are my own.
Why tolerate misery, and then die?
When every fleeting moment here matters?
I met others, spoke with them, fell in love.
Projection, resurrection, I am whole.
No pieces crumbling, losses every day.
With them I laughed, I smiled, even cried.
Healthy emotions I’m allowed to share.
No shame or regret, wounds that just won’t heal.
I see good things happen to good people.
The evil, it exists, not flourishing.
I want to skip through meadows, visit homes.
See people like me, in places so new.
Strange and exotic, yet so human, too.
In here is where I belong. Let me stay.
Don’t make me face the things that make me sad.
I’ll sell my soul. Just let me ride along.
Traveling through worlds much better than mine.
A little lost boy no one wants to find.
Let me escape this prison in my mind.