They are whispering cryptic messages in my ear
They tell me of promises
I treasure their words and I hold them dear
But are they real? I am insane, I fear
I’m growing into something different
Something not of this world
I’ve never been human they say
Slowly their secrets unfurl
The unfurling isn’t quick enough
I feel I’m quite unique
But unless I’ve found the proof about it
My futures looking bleak
What am I? I whisper back to them
But they do not yet reply
They just tell me of the things I’m to do right here
Their evasiveness makes me cry
I’m living in two different worlds
Yet I am trapped in one
Confused of what’s real or not
This isn’t at all fun
How I wonder if I’ll die in this shell or not?
How often I sit back and think if all this knowledge is rot
Do I have a magic self, that’s hiding in mortal light?
Or am I suffering from madness, a devil’s toy and delight?
Maybe I won’t ever know
Maybe I’ll be forgotten
But if all these things are not really real
Then that is flaming rotten
I don’t feel at home here on earth, not at all
I need to go home to the place I belong
And then I will feel tall
I need this magic to stay alive, I need that very life
For I cannot cope living within in a mask, my fake human life causes me strife
And the reality of madness cuts into me like several knives
I need my magic life