Isekai

Made it back home
Faked it all, smiled and all
Wasted to free spirits inside
I'm out sleeping on salted earth
Not a word that she's heard

Stumbled back home
Maybe what's missing is the
Energy and tolerance
Wrapped in a plastic mold
She's become an outer world
Not a world that I deserve

Hate
Bored
Tired
Cold

Chronic nosebleeds
Exalt and frame my projections
Shatter and keep fragments to reflect myself in
Maybe it's just Hollywood, maybe lack of self esteem

Watching stars (Cars) go
While I'm spinning in one place
Gatherings of folks are gatherings of my rejections
They've become an outer world
Not a world that I discern

Love (Hate)
Fun (Bored)
Happy (Tired)
Warm (Cold)



Credits
Writer(s): Moses Banasen
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