Ceiling Balloons Pt. 8: Walking the Path Between the Worlds
There’s two worlds I live in
one evil and harsh, against my Will
the other everything I’d ever dream of
there’s reality and fantasy
the two things that build me.
There’s two worlds I see with my eyes
one the same, never changing in style
the other with many creatures and views
real life and make believe
though honestly, I have a favorite.
Regardless of the fact I am only one
there’s two worlds that surround me
and though I’d love to live in only one
I must live in both
walking the path between the worlds.
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