Whenever I go outside, I encounter strange voices
Urging me to hide somewhere, sometimes so powerful I become voiceless
As I contemplate the value
Of all things in my little world.
My little world or this little earth....
Which one is bigger? Which one should I care about?

In my little world, I am always gratified yet never gracious.
In this little earth, I am never gratified, but I am polite.
Polite in the sense that I say,
"Please" and "thank you" when I really mean
Ellipses (...) and "f*** you."
Both spheres of existence lead me to inner resistance.

In one, I get all of the pleasure I ever want in any moment,
Except when my brain robs me of that tingling sensation, leading me to suspect that
My little world is like a sexy woman with a mysterious persona:
Cold and unnurturing.

In the other, I am a smiling, handshaking, flattering slave of the masses
Of people that I've been taught to care about.
The young children of the next generation who seek a role model in 2D,
The adults that make every decision for me, thinking they know what's best, and
My "peers" who are like rubber ducks floating in a sea of demands:
Lifeless and full of air.
They are so empty that the strange voices seem like they are coming from them...

(x5)
"Go away"...
"You think you are better than us?"...

"Kill yourself!"

(Gasp)

No!

I don't belong here!

I don't belong "here."

I, in this ominous labyrinth of Limbo, plead and plead,...

While my voice echoes in the [hallowed... hollow] (x2)...space between...

Lord, show me where to go...