Self

Sometimes I want to escape from myself
I get tired of its requests and rhymes
But the next morning I go back there
Where can I go anyway

I got this inside of my head
And it is exquisite
My luxury cloth
In it I can be free
Whoever I want to be.

Reviews

[Jibey]

That's where it all happens - in your head..
Like a fountain
Or a shower

[a_methyste]

A very beautiful fountain I can not live without.