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My Island of Freedom..

My island of nowhere i need to be free,
away from this grim and harsh reality,
seems nowhere to run and nowhere i can
hide,
only brings feelings that i am going out of
my mind,
so i take myself of to my special place,
just me and my thoughts and an island
that cannot be traced.

for my island goes far into the distance beyond
anyones sight,
where there is no anger and hate and judgement
and most of all no wars to fight,
for the cruelty has all been taken out, everyone is
the same,
so yourself you shall never have to question or
doubt.

yet to have to return home still remains in my thoughts
thinking of all kinds of things,
yes all problems left still for me to sort, but for now
my island of freedom my worries it allows me to abort,
for me to now change reality just becomes another
mindless thought.

but i know at some point i have to break free from this
island of freedom,
and everytime i go home i shall arrive in style, for when
i return society just makes you a number,
and then just added to a file.

so for now i shall allow my mind and soul to be free,
and to break away,
as i continue on my journey in this fictional place,
for please do not make me return to that world full
of sin,
for the life style can break you, and make you give
up and give in.

  so i do not wish that i had to return to that island
      of hell,
  for then surely how shall i have anymore stories
      to tell.....

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