Thursday, October 11, 2012

Where's Glinda?

I just want to detach from reality,
For just a minute.
Find peace instead of rioting streets.
I want silence instead of whispers and yells.
I want to lock myself within a jail
And detach from reality.
Break off, crumble, shake, Trimble.
Create an imaginative bubble
To take off like a shuttle
Through life's struggles, sanitize life's ill.
Synthesis why life might kill.
Hate reality, take fidelity in the credibility of myself.
Got to get this off my chest.

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