Time ticking its way,
an hour will soon become a day.
A day will become a week,
and sooner or later today's art will be antique.

Time slowly slipping away, unconscious yet awake,
am I laying thinking and wondering until I break.
Switching dimensions, just to escape.
My own world where emotions aren't fake.

Where everyone lives in harmony,
a world without misery.
Oh how I love it here,
for there is no one to interfere.

I'm smiling at the peoples who wave their hand.
I watch the children playing in the sand.
I see animals running up the hill
for they have nothing to fear, not where everyone has a goodwill.

I could truly stay here for an hour or two
but then the ticking of time comes through.
Conscious in this world, longing about my dream.
A place where no one could hear me scream.