“Royce Clarke?”
“Here, sir.”
Here,
In the physical realm.
Secular delirium.
But…
Where is my mind? (Queue The Pixies here)
 
In the space of 30 seconds I’m gone,
Floating,
Dreaming of my fantasies…
But at what cost?
 
A living dream,
Gazing out the window, at the creatures outside.
“But sir… they’re calling for me, out there…”
That’s where I belong.
 
They smile, with their sparkling eyes,
Waving…
Beckoning me…
They promise me they will catch me,
When I jump.
 
They will catch me at the bottom,
With their net of troll hair,
They will save me…
From myself.
 
It just takes one single step,
And I’m free,
Free forever.
 
“Once you go that way, there’s no turning back, boy.”
Exactly what I want.
I’ll be alone, with only them…
No more worrying…
I’ll be safe there.
 
 It’s just one… single… step...
Just a free-fall,
To the land of love,
And the pure.
 
A place where I might belong,
Where I might find something I love…
It just takes one,
Single…
Step.
 
A step that I’m willing to take.