Baker Act

I sit, I think, I cry.

Living in a world constructed on lies.

A slave to this body, entrapped by my mind.

To have it all doesn’t suffice.

I forfeit this fight.

Tired of being told what’s right.

I follow the clock but my soul knows there is no such thing as time.

But I live the illusion and say hello to others as they pass me by.

This anxiety is building & I have nowhere to hide.

Too many memories from previous lives arise.

I wish I can die just to remember one more time.

But they don’t understand, they think I’ve lost my mind.

I see figures, fuzzy static ripples and waves all around me.

Constantly reminding me of the unseen.

Constantly reminding me of the dimensions that lie above me.

My days seem like a dream and my dreams feel like reality.

I come alive when I sleep.

I’ll live again when I’m dead.

I’ll no longer have to pretend to fit in.

Please God, be a friend.

Put this life to an end.

I’m just dying to see you again.