You smell like you want to be alone.
Your eyes, so distant and unknown.
Your essence, lost in search of character.
But your heart, oh how it glimmers.
With hope, to find a foreign home.
Where dreams can roam and freely roam.
And, living will become a norm.
With joy and peace, and love reborn.
To create and poet and yarn.
A life fulfilled, a soul re-born.
Laying in your dingy cot, you dream.
Of a life that's more than it may seem.
With a fear in the back of your mind.
That this hope may be just a bind.
And, you will forever remain stuck.
Trapped in a cycle, out of luck.
Always smelling like flying away, but.
Bound to the earth, come what may.
And, suffocated in this smell of escapism.
You long for freedom, a sense of prism.
But, deep down it is just a flimsy dream.
And reality is much harder it seems.
It hits like a giant truck.
The weight of life, that runs amuck.
You slap away smell of being alone, because.
You realize that in this world, you are not on your own.
- Oizys.