In a place where imagination rules, I stay and live, far beyond from the world wich everyone is used to. Time can't catch me here, screams can't be heard, and most of all, people can't find me here. I live in my peace, the one I made up, the one that is part of me. Who wouldn't want to be here? They can wish, but I'm the only one. This is my world, this is my place, this is my mind.
I wake up in the middle of the woods, trying to find some noisy noise, but I can't hear anything that bothers me, and this is what pleases me. Smelling like honey, I look up and see bees flying for no reason. People would say there's a reason, but here, nobody tells me what to think, what to do, how to act. Here I'm the king, everything I say is an unquestionable rule, and there're no other people to complain, just me, living on my peaceful world.
I wake up again, but this time is different, I wasn't asleep, I was totally awake, but I was on my mind, and now I'm here, with everyone, coming back to reality. It's a pitty that you can't live in an imaginary world, so we have to wake up and live what is true.
"Well you built up a world of magic
Because your real life is tragic
But if it's not real
You can't see it with your eyes
You can't feel it with your heart
And I won't believe it
'Cause if it's true
You can see it with your eyes
Even in the dark
And that's where I want to be
Go get your shovel
We'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle"Paramore
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