My World

I wanted nothing more to do with the world than I did with the people in it. 

So, I packed my socks, my scarf, and my bag and set myself off to something grand.

As I arrived at the station and waited for my train, I saw a million motorized aliens zooming every which way. 

I thought to myself “how bad could it be?” If I walked through them until I arrived where I pleased. 

And so I set off in a quiet manner as such-no eyes were drawn to me and no sounding stranger gave a peep, 

I walked passed every one of those trains, and ended up in some horrid type of maze. 

The only person in the whole world I could trust completely was me, 

And with that thought I was off to better things. 

I walked through the walls of the maze-

Over through and by the only sound was me passing through the sky.

I saw nothing but what I wanted and so how awfully wonderful it was, 

When the ground opened up, and I fell from a thousand feet up. 

The sky started changing and the walls expanding so far as the human eye could scarcely see,

And so I resorted to looking down and wondering what was soon to be.

And the childish wonderment I felt in my heart-

Tickled through my fingers, up my arms to the start. 

And it was terrifying and so very great the things I saw in the land of this wake. 

Some type of place it was,

What it was indeed,

Was what the inner working mind conjured, conceived to be,

A new reality to which was gladly bestowed upon me. 

And so, with no regretful glance,

No wanting of a second chance,

As flesh meets physical toil- 

As bones crack like a thousand whips,

And muscles expand and contract similar to a bug splatting fast,

I was in the world I had so desired to be 

And the way I saw it-it was happy for me.