• A long dark tunnel, it seemed ever-lasting,
    the walls made from my melancholy.
    I guess I got myself in here.

    Sweet dreams are my only reprieve,
    filled with my childlike fantasies.
    Don't let your imagination die.

    Two worlds I'm stuck between,
    too stuck to move closer to one or the other.
    Am I here? Or am I there?
    Maybe I'm not anywhere.

    People always seem to say that if you just dream hard enough, then it'll come true.
    I wish that were the case. How can my dreams come to life?

    Through the confusion around me in this familiar place, I plod on and on,
    always dreaming, thinking, and wishing.
    A light ahead intrigues me, and I draw nearer.

    And there all you guys were.