Nonsense.

She flees from real, rational thought

Afraid to be seen

Afraid to be caught;

Wrung of her ideas.

Her hopes of being unique,

dry and wither away.

A dark place with cars and smoke,

It is present day where she chokes.

It is her wish to be in her dream

A world with trees, and rivers, and beasts

It sounds superior to a place with chains and chemicals and sadness in every waking moment

In every hidden place

She has withered away by now.

Lost and unknown, but happier

Much happier than she could ever be.

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