Carry on marching out the door.
It’s by far the best thing to do.
My feet hurt of walking away.
So I stand and watch the sky.
So many stars, so many dreams.
At half past four in the morning.
Everything seems possible with no sleep.
I need closure from everything.
My eyes need to see change.
I’m tired of being tired.
Fantasies are my life.
Reality is fantasy to me.