Sometimes I feel I live in a gap between two distinct worlds;
One world that I have to wake up to,abide by the rules, and live in a place which is dictated by others
It seems as if my feet are tied by the shackles of this ever judgemental society...where nothing belongs to my own notion
A place where my mind is always choked with the fear of aging and dying before I can figure out the purpose of my existence...
The other world is sweet,fresh and misty
Inviting adventure into the unknown
Melding ancient wisdom into new discovery;
Its where the sunlight turning into moonlight
With that crashing comet making my dreams come true,
Where the spell of eternal life is never broken.
Perhaps in that gap I should repair the broken bridge between these two well demarcated worlds, but the truth be told, I don't want to.
I don't want to because I don't have the energy to fix what is broken within.
"I am a wild,wandering nomad,I belong to everywhere and nowhere all at the same time, and in that gap between two worlds, I am free."