my solitude never leaves, even when i am
surrounded by the most generous of company
why is that, it bothers me
i find my thoughts drifting away;
distracted more by the conversations
within my head, then outside them
i could visit magical realms and
ethereal worlds in my mind; then through
leaving my door and experiencing my life
and its true, its so vivid,
so real to me
I'm always drifting between reality
and fantasy
my head is the contents of a fairy's pocket
and just as a chance to escape from the real world
i'll keep it a secret, secure it in a locket..