My ache longs for freedom,
Arises a choice to live for real.
Although the chains have slid,
Your slender grip tightens.

May I lay here unbothered?
Or will it bring me back?
Once more back to,
The Real World?

Chasms opened, never closed,
The Sunlight Deity beams with joy,
Once more I ask,
Am I the only one to feel?

The island will find me,
As it finds my dreams,
Once more I plead,
Let me be real, please Great Divinity!

But the fingers stay wrapped,
Her eyes slimmer,
Am I ever to be released?
Or am I nothing to be?

© ManWithoutSelf