I travel the world, searching for a way out.
But this world travels in a circle.
There is no way out.
It carries an illusion of no walls,
an illusion created by distance.
But it’s all the same.
I’m all the same.
My illusion created by attachment,
an illusion of having no walls.
I can’t escape myself.
I travel in the same circle.
All over the world, there’s no getting away.
Maybe that’s why I believe in aliens.
Maybe I hope for someone
who can rescue me,
can take me from this prison,
take me to somewhere
I know I belong.