Further and further she slips away from this so called reality into the mist
Not believing in you or me
A voice telling her that this is not her world and that she should set herself free
But if she does…
what will be left of her?
What about the others who can’t take that journey to freedom with her?
But then again, is it really worth drifting endlessly as an empty vessel here?
Not having emotions, just going through the motions of living
When does it all add up?
She would have given the keys to her soul away years ago
To take the void, pain, and emptiness away
However, she stays here searching for something real
So far removed from reality it feels as though she’s never awake
In an endless sleep walk through the smog of truth, justice and liberty
Because you have to wake up before you die in a dream right?
If she’s already dead in her dream then she can never wake up
She’ll remain young, beautiful and miserable forever in isolation with her story untold.