I go to a place

There is a place, deep in my mind

Where tales will wind and wind

Sometimes I am hungry and cold

My bones and skin begin to crumple and fold 

Down deep into a place in my mind

There's adventures and love stories, people who are happy despite struggles

Characters with strength I never seem to find

Time has grown long and made me tired

Each moment spent working

Never been fired, couldn't afford to be fired

So tired my soul is left twisting and jerking

All that I'm left with

Is the quiet stories I grow in my mind

Sprouts grow in a garden

Plots unfurl like flowers, with gay protagonists and tears that fall like showers

In my mind, they are never tired

Even as I outwordly expire

My mind will spin tales and find relief