false reality of emptiness
the world will lift you up and pull you down,
they will not except you as you are,
living in clouds of dreams and that´s all alright for me,
no other place I would rather be,
in this fantasy their is no wicked reality,
here I am free,
with the world to roam and everything to see,
living this way because happiness cannot seem to reach me,
a daydream of anything you want ,
where the world does not consist of emails,
where you do not always feel like you will always fail,
where there is plenty of places to roam and sail,
a simple path a road of happiness a journey or fate trail,
yet the only thing missing is happiness that is never up for sale,
it is empty like eating something but it is really stale