To The Far Edge Of Reality, Undetected

I shall cast my eyes upon the hills,
from whence cometh my help.

I stray to the far edge of reality
as to not get involved
locked away inside of myself
and sheltered from the rest of the earth.

I cast my gaze unto my shriveled hands
for they retain my joyfulness

As i may lay my head on feather pillows
I just as well lie down on rocks
for comfort is only glorious
when thy mind rests in Sanctuary.

I wish to reside in safe distances
away from combat and chaos.

How I long to be all safe and warm
in my own Little Quiet Corner
yet I am left quite neglected in wide open spaces
with nobody but me to rely on.

I am totally famished
but definitely standing
and I say, completely alive.

But wouldn't it be nice
to just follow his advice
and slip away
just as silently
as I arived.