Is there really a place?
Where we can leave ourselves
and come back with nothing.
Is there really a place?
Where we can park our feelings
and return holding just a key.
Is there really a place?
Where we can play poker with fate
and walk back as a joker
maybe after losing
you become one anyway.
No, no
I mean, is there really a place
where you can swim inside your dreams
and surface with a single drop of reality?
Is there really a place?
Where you can go,
shout your lungs out,
and return carrying peace like a souvenir.
Is there really a place?
Where you can meet aliens
and somehow come back
as a normal person.
Is there really a place?
Where you can go
and never come back
never come back,
like you never existed for anyone.
It’s not the “after you die” stuff.
It’s serious
if you know what I mean.
Because sometimes
coming back
is the only way
to cleanse yourself.



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