Long ago when the world was logical,

I had a choice on what drove me crazy.

And once upon a time in the land of my mind I could desire only what I needed.

No longer do i have the priveledge of leading my imagination to a planet of me.

It's not like i ask you to follow me.

One look in your eyes is a look into my mind.

I could sleep

I could eat

I could watch tv, or write until my fingers fell off, the image of your unqiueness will refuse to leave my mind..

I'm still in mid-air with the question why?

But im never replied

If I ever felt this way before remind me.
Because these simple fantasys are overwhelming me
I can lie
I can cry
I can yell
But fiction can not withstand fact
Fact is: I no longer control me, you do.