You hold my hand but you don't know
What it means to me I don't show
What it means to breathe and not grow
Why the world does move so very slow
I know you look but you don't see
I react quite constantly
I prefer to live in my make believe
Here there are no fallen trees
Would you come with me to the other side
A place where you and I can hide
A space were we don't have to decide
A time when we have never lied
Of course now that is wishful thinking
What's real is this feeling sinking
I am alone and slowly blinking
Far from me you are shrinking
You are welcome to enter my illusion
Your being here is no intrusion
Your being near there's less confusion
The air is clear and there's no pollution
Sick of moving with the mob
Bored of smiling at the job
I refuse to sit down and sob
Got my eye on the door knob
© Rahul Chidambaran 2011
What it means to me I don't show
What it means to breathe and not grow
Why the world does move so very slow
I know you look but you don't see
I react quite constantly
I prefer to live in my make believe
Here there are no fallen trees
Would you come with me to the other side
A place where you and I can hide
A space were we don't have to decide
A time when we have never lied
Of course now that is wishful thinking
What's real is this feeling sinking
I am alone and slowly blinking
Far from me you are shrinking
You are welcome to enter my illusion
Your being here is no intrusion
Your being near there's less confusion
The air is clear and there's no pollution
Sick of moving with the mob
Bored of smiling at the job
I refuse to sit down and sob
Got my eye on the door knob
© Rahul Chidambaran 2011