Sometimes I wish I wasn't born They tell me to accept what I've been given to refuse and reject this which comes so naturally a sin of cardinal proportions Sometimes I wish I had the answers Is this really all there is to it? Are we doomed to spend our lives wanting more without ever really knowing what we're looking for? Sometimes I wish I could stop running I want to lie down in a meadow and look up to the sky I want the clouds to form a pattern which calms me down I don't want anything waking me up, I don't want to only be content in my dreams I refuse to accept that this is all I get So how come we're only happy when we're on the run? Why are we at our happiest when reality is far away? Why is true happiness in the isolation of those few things you can stand? Why does drinking and dozing off make me feel like a God? WHY IS REALITY ONLY SOMETHING I WANT TO ESCAPE? I wish I could live in those moments forever But what if doing that ultimately means death? It would seem logical that the one escape from reality is indeed death but what if death isn't an escape, but simply a limbo of everything what if there is no true salvation for one's soul I wish I could live in the past for... who? Do you remember old winter mornings hardly being able to sleep, waiting so impatiently for what would inevitably come Have I known similar happiness since those days? Sometimes I just don't know... I wish I could just eradicate as I please Everywhere I look I see those who waste space but who am I to judge what wasting is? Maybe in someone else's eyes, I am nothing but dirt I curse subjectivity, because I so badly want it to be my way I hate the laws of this fleeting society And as my hate slowly, slowly, turns me grey This rain of idiots carries me further away... //07-11-11

Call 595 escape.