Delirious

My life consists more of dreaming than of living,

 

swept away by delirious fantasies,

 

i wish of finding amity,

 

of living a life that is real,

 

but still i live in a flight of fancy;

 

whether in feelings of anguish or extacy,

 

i am trapped without my sanity.

 

Though i will be cogent until my battle ends

 

and utopia sets me free,

 

so i can finally be me.