My mind is like a crystal sphere,

able to be read by anyone who will see,

who will look, but not shudder from

the darkness of the sea.

The sea that fills,

that brings the tide

that wipes away the troubles of the world

that frees me from my bonds.

I fly above the clouds,

higher than the birds,

up to the place where no one goes,

not even in planes or dreams.

This is the land of Faerie,

where elves play with wall-eyed children

lost in the darkness of the night

to wander into the kingdom of the Summer Queen.

I am welcomed with wide smiles

and grasping arms that hug me close,

by welcoming lips that brush my skin

and wonderful song that surrounds me.

I am here to be what I am,

a child of forever,

a wanderer of the forgotten paths

that lead deep into the mind, but never come out.

I accepted the challenge of this forever job

of feeding the world what it needs,

what it wants,

what it dreams of in wet dream-like vision.

There is a quota to be fulfilled

of people locked away,

hidden behind glass walls

to accept the stones that the world throws.

I accept what I am,

graciously, but with hidden pain;

I know that once I go in

I can never go home.

I fly high above the world

on the uppers that fill me,

I swim beneath the ground

in hidden pools darkened by caverns.

I stare at the walls,

dripping with water,

as I moan out the last dregs of my life

spent moping and whining on downers.

This will be the way that it ends,

undignified, and alone,

with no one to hold my hand

as I wander the darkness of the tunnels of life.

This is the way that it has always been,

the way that it is for people like me

who are obviously different,

who exist in a crystal sphere world.