The inside of the mind is different to that of the world outside.
Sometimes we can appear as if we are happy, content without reason to lie.
But inside we are slowly dying and wish with everything that we can,
Simply run away and escape to a beautiful faraway land.
A place where finally everything seems clear,
A place where we don’t have to hide or fear.
A place where all the things we hold close,
Are there with us too, those things we value most.
A place of solitude for the cheerful human being,
Who into this situation was cruelly hurled,
Of whose lovely smile could ever so smartly,
Deceive the entire world.