It’s easy to envy your dreams,
Especially when you crave in reality for it to happen,
How desperate you feel when you wake up and those dreams fade off,
How your imagination seems to wonder the most when your eyes are closed

It’s easy for people to want to escape for a while,
To be lost, feeling unfamiliar with everything around you,
Because you cant find any beauty in where you’re living anymore,
It’s sickens you to see the same faces consistently
You enjoy that everything’s a mystery,