Lost in the land of backpacks, bullying, and excuses

I just can't take it any more, I'm a complex thinker in a simple, close-minded land

The bland robots walk around with the same daily routine

I realize I am drowning in the crowd of hatred and hormones

So I run

Sprint 

Don't look back 

Escape 

arrive at a land of art, 

I hear singing and I join

The resonance of that minor chord fills my entire body with peace

approaching the resolution I hear footsteps,

I forgot I was in the land of the bland.

So I run

Sprint

Don't look back

Escape

arrive at a land of art,

I run into a big flat white canvas, it invites me in for protection

I enter the abode

colors, bright, dark, pastel, neon, familiar, newly discovered

I am beside myself with happiness

discover a whole new color spectrum

I grab the brand new brush and create 

blend, splatter, shade, outline 

then there's a knock on the door

I know it's them

Must leave

I spot a back door 

So I run

Sprint 

Don't look back

Escape 

Arrive at the land of art, 

surrounded at every angle by green

I lay on the ground

look up at the canvas of the gods 

breathe in the fresh air 

I'm safe.