Imagination / Fantasy Forest:
The summer breeze knocks,
And when I open up the window,
I hear the chirps of birds wandering from afar.
I put a half-read book aside,
And say with a smile, "Where did you come from?"
With my blindfold still on, three in the afternoon...
The world is surprisingly simple,
But it's me who's bizzare,
With complication
Which no one ever understands...
Outside the town, in the forest,
In this house beyond people's notice...
Yes, that's why none ever come to visit.
Don't make eye contact!
With a hardened heart,
I resign to loneliness,
Living out my days seeing only "things"...
All I know...
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