All these walls were never really there,
nor the ceiling or the chair.
I am eking weeks of peace on a beach
I see the breezes weave the trees,
these walls you find - they're yours and mine
confined not by them I
I am in times that lie behind my eyelids,
the sunsets steal the rising silence

I am not here at all,
you dearly fooled,
I see busheling trees, the shush at the sea
the mischievous
fluttering seagulls
I'm not trapped in a box, I'm glancing at rocks
I am dancing off docks
since this stance began
thats where i am

I'll not feel no fear
Cause I'm not really here
I'm nowhere near


OK, so not my words but i like it, woke up with this in my head and thought hey ho