I go to a place
There is a place, deep in my mind
Where tales will wind and wind
Sometimes I am hungry and cold
My bones and skin begin to crumple and fold
Down deep into a place in my mind
There's adventures and love stories, people who are happy despite struggles
Characters with strength I never seem to find
Time has grown long and made me tired
Each moment spent working
Never been fired, couldn't afford to be fired
So tired my soul is left twisting and jerking
All that I'm left with
Is the quiet stories I grow in my mind
Sprouts grow in a garden
Plots unfurl like flowers, with gay protagonists and tears that fall like showers
In my mind, they are never tired
Even as I outwordly expire
My mind will spin tales and find relief