The world and all its confusions
have got me living in illusion
I escape into my own created existence
from there I know I can have all resistance
against a people that are cunning
against a world that is with evil turning
My reality and perception are blurred
with tears that burn and leave me stirred
stirred up with anger and resentment
against a world that’s denied me contentment
I know I should be brave and endure
they probably say I’m not mature
but my dissatisfaction has borne roots
and grown into anger that could fill books
I search for a better tomorrow
one that’s free of sorrow
but everyday its elusive
and it leaves me more reclusive
wanting to disappear and leave
this world to which many cleave
and so in my illusion I continue to exist
and from the worlds confusion I desist.