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| Should I be worried, About the place i am headed? A silent hermit. Suddenly I don't have enough time to think, There are too many people, And too much noise. I can feel myself sliding, Sliding away into a world that does not exist, Except in my mind and - If only I could write it out properly - Perhaps the minds of others. Could you be quiet for just one second, I was in a beautiful place just now, Before you disturbed me. Perhaps if you leave me I can return. Sometimes the places I see are so alive to me, That I wonder if they truly exist. Thousands of minds reach out to me across an abyss, Shouting me their stories, So that others might know. I hope I do them justice. Yes, I do enjoy your company, We have fun and you make me laugh. But I am on drugs, And when you are here you distract me from them. I must have more. Is it really wrong to wish to, Let my mind fall back into it all? I have a hungering need to do so, But I have been calling for some time now, In case you believe I should not. You have not heard my calls. Did you know, if you were to take away my pen, And try to force me never to write again, I would attack you. I would tear out your eyes, And rip your skin to shreds. Maybe, if you were special enough, I might even feel guilty about it afterwards. Thoughts are rushing through my mind now, Am I insane, do you think? Driven mad by other people's adventures? Oh but I love them so. Taking me away from the real world. Places and times that make love with my mind, And send me to absolute exstacy. You know I've been over the rainbow and beyond. Don't be ridiculous, Of course dragons are real. I've seen them, Flying high in all their glory. I've seen them give life, And I've seen them utterly destroy. I thought I asked you to go away. Oh, you're back. Days, how can it have been days? Impossible, I say. It has only been a moment in my eyes. I'm trying to write all these things down, Can't you see!? But the thoughts are playing games, And dodging as I try to grab hold of them. Pluck them and put them down on paper. Don't say I ramble. It's not nice. And the crazy people might not like me using their deal. I don't want to be here any longer, The thoughts are driving me up the wall. I feel restless when I think, Of what I have to do. Don't take me away from my true task. Somebody scratch that itch for me, It wont go away. No, wait, stop. I've changed my mind. This world is the more annoying itch. I am not alone, I have thousands of friends, You have never met them, But I love them and they love me. The light is crashing towards me now. Full force. Straight ahead Captain and on till dawn. It's too late now for your help, I've already decided. Don't be sad for me. I've found a much happier place. I don't like to leave you here, But I don't think you could cope with what I see. I think I know where prophets and seers came from. I can feel a sort of energy, Wrapping around my body. It's brilliant! And amazing and dazzling. No, my tears are of joy. I know now, my future. It is as I feared. But I no longer fear it. No. I encourage it. I encourage it. |
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