Beneath the Words
Psh, untrue my friend.
You fall on deaf ears as I prance,
As I get lost in a sea of mountains,
As I go on adventures involving hidden islands
Hid away with golden treasure chests
Because crazy is such a harsh word
To describe the imaginations of a wild mind.
To describe the deep ponderings of an artist,
Or the calm thoughts of a scholar,
Those who dream of impossibilites
Only for them to be made possible years down.
I think you're just silly.
Using hard facts in a world full of dreams,
Using harsh words in a place already full of screams.
Let me tell you a story,
Where once a girl believed
Was simply a reality.
Drowning from what was said from what she knew
Dying from starvation of the mind
But overdosing on the harshness of life.
No - of people.
But one day she let go,
Travelled the world with her spirit while grounded by physicality,
And soon saw that that word was a lie.
Told by those who couldn't see
The treasures of leaving reality.