Boredom drills a hole deep into my skull forcing me To lie dreaming on my bed, staring at my ceiling.... And the sky of illusion, the beautiful sky of illusion, appears before me Where we are all caught up in not the present, but The crimes of yesterday and the dreams of tomorrow And reality is surreal... A picturesque fairy tale land with puffy cotton candy clouds And swirled up fountains of colors using the sky as their canvas This is the sky of illusion, the beautiful sky of illusion With holographic stars twinkling down in broad daylight And all you need to do to get in is suffer Because all the sufferers need an escape And when the people shooting themselves up arrive here... They only need excuses to escape-their struggles have long been erased By candyland happiness...and in the sky of illusion, The junkies are excluded, and only us dreamers can live here, While we hallucinate what ecstasy and dust can never bring And the sky of illusion is where we all float around On the crimes of yesterday and the dreams of tomorrow With not a worry on our minds Because dreaming is free and dreams always come true In the sky of illusion, the beautiful sky of illusion
Reason for writing:
Sometimes I get very bored, or tired, or sick of reality, so I'll lie on my bed and sink into my imagination, and I wrote this because it's exactly what the imaginary world is like that I see. The people I know who are on drugs inspired me to write this also, because this is to prove to them that you don't need drugs to escape.
Birth sign: Gemini
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