“The Mind’s Refuge from the world’s unfiltered surface, the true repressed will of the soul”

The enigmatic rumination of a boy,
A world, too loud for whispered thoughts,
Where shadows stretch but never speak,
A silent space lingering beneath
The weight of everything unknown.

A boy of neither land nor sky,
He walks these plains of life alone, falling into the recesses of his mind.
A trod at his own tone, his own tempo.
The scaling of dreamscapes,
Escaping all he leaves behind.

The ground, it crumbles, truth distorts,
Beneath his feet as he contorts
The rules of life, the chains of time,
Each breath a new, unspoken rhyme.

A realm so vast inside his head,
A sanctuary from his past,
An escape.
A steady, solitary retreat,
In hopes of a future- to not repeat.
Where meaning’s lost and found again
In endless loops of joy and pain.
Little of the boy does remain.

He tastes the sky in fleeting...