Turned Up to Eleven
In my head, everything's turned up to eleven, way louder and more colorful than what everyone else seems to see. They tell me my view of the world's all twisted like I'm watching life through a funhouse mirror. But honestly? I kind of like it. The sky? It isn't just blue in my world. It's splashed with crazy colors, changing with whatever mood I'm in. And when it rains, it's not just water—it's like the clouds are putting on a secret show just for me. (I laugh, throwing my head back in amusement) I feel a bit sorry for everyone else stuck in their plain, boring reality.
Life's a wild ride for me, every day is a new adventure in a world that's got its own set of rules. People around me just don't get it. They hustle and bustle through their days, missing all the magic. They glance my way, whispering behind their hands, convinced I've lost my grip on reality. But if this is crazy, then being normal must be a total snooze. Why would I ever want to give up this roller coaster I'm on?
But then, out of nowhere, the ride comes to a screeching halt. The colors fade, the music dies down, and I'm led through a door into a place where the magic's been sucked dry. The adventure dims, leaving me in a room that's all too real, with glaring lights and blank walls. (I laugh, the sound echoing off the walls) This place, with its stark reality, mirrors back at me through the faces of others like me—each one a reminder of the journey we've been on, lost in our own fantastical worlds, now parked in the same reality check.
As I come to grips with where I am—a safe spot for those of us whose imaginations have sprinted too far from what's considered normal—I realize it's a wake-up call I didn't know I needed. (I laugh, shaking my head in disbelief) Surrounded by folks who've ridden their own wild imaginations too far, I start to wonder if there's a way to keep a piece of my wild world alive, blending it somehow with the real one that's always felt a bit out of reach. Right here, in this in-between, maybe there's a new path for me to explore, finding a sweet spot where my crazy and the normal can coexist.
Life's a wild ride for me, every day is a new adventure in a world that's got its own set of rules. People around me just don't get it. They hustle and bustle through their days, missing all the magic. They glance my way, whispering behind their hands, convinced I've lost my grip on reality. But if this is crazy, then being normal must be a total snooze. Why would I ever want to give up this roller coaster I'm on?
But then, out of nowhere, the ride comes to a screeching halt. The colors fade, the music dies down, and I'm led through a door into a place where the magic's been sucked dry. The adventure dims, leaving me in a room that's all too real, with glaring lights and blank walls. (I laugh, the sound echoing off the walls) This place, with its stark reality, mirrors back at me through the faces of others like me—each one a reminder of the journey we've been on, lost in our own fantastical worlds, now parked in the same reality check.
As I come to grips with where I am—a safe spot for those of us whose imaginations have sprinted too far from what's considered normal—I realize it's a wake-up call I didn't know I needed. (I laugh, shaking my head in disbelief) Surrounded by folks who've ridden their own wild imaginations too far, I start to wonder if there's a way to keep a piece of my wild world alive, blending it somehow with the real one that's always felt a bit out of reach. Right here, in this in-between, maybe there's a new path for me to explore, finding a sweet spot where my crazy and the normal can coexist.
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