I feel like I am
Standing in a novel
But it's just a building
With windows
Cause outside looks so far away
Overcast and filled with grey
Traffic sails and winds that fray
Cities filled with pride
I hide in mountains, life's disguised
Because if reality is this crowded
I'll need a secret place
People tight and wounded
All living a dysfunctional race
Out of balance
Pop your pills
Cast away the black that spills
And hang on to the glitter
Reading through the night
Escaping from a box
Without a manual
Within the rocks
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