I live my life in theory
In what-ifs, but-ifs, thens
Insert myself into stories
Experienced by my friends
What would it be
To be there
What would I say and do
How would I there be treated
If all saw me as I do
I conjure place and setting
With rare context of what is true
And imagine that I’m there living
In the midst of all ado
Instead of being trapped here
Inside this prison shell
That puts a false face on this lonely
That makes normal feel like hell.


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