From The Bird's Nest

Fantasy fields

I close my eyes to see my world,
Twirling trees and open fields.
I'd say lying supine is what I'd try,
And see you there in the clouds.

The time would always be eve,
Before the sun sets and moon shines,
Just because that's when its at its most beautiful,
And there's talk in the whisper of the trees.

There would be deer and wolves together,
Both majestic, brave and bold,
I'd walk between them with grace,
Knowing this is mine forever.

But this is when I shut my eyes,
When they're open I don't complain,
But the world I feel isn't right to me,
Because it chokes and makes me shy.

But in a fantasy you aren't real,
You're in the wrong world, shame.
I need you for when I open my eyes,
To keep me sanity sealed.

If only fantasy was true,
And in it were both you and them.
Because in the end I need some magic,
And it looks like you'll have to do.

Told ya I don't kno what I'm writing anymore...
I just need to ... I'm showing signs of withdrawal. Started speaking in narrative to my bro. Trust me its weird...