Sometimes i wonder,
How will i ever survive in the real world?
So wide-eyed,
Everything i see is so black-and-white
As i'm perched
Inside an impenatrable bubble
Regarding the world below me with sorry eyes
Imagining folks who go through life
Only knowing the real world
With no fantasy escape
Tucked into the back of their minds.
Sometimes i wonder,
If it would be easier to just be like them
To stroll down the street without
Wondering why we're killing our home
Or animals
Or each other.
Sometimes i wonder,
If i'll be able to glide over the world
Just the same
Once my impenatrable bubble has popped.
Do you think i'll be okay?