Out of place, in my own head. Unfamiliar spaces, rooms closing in. Blocked exits, chains turn weak. Barricades hurdled, routes less traveled. All systems lost, sounds become non existent. Thoughts become natural, shelter is a must. Long we wait, betrayal takes time. Mother nature nurtures peace. Pay attention to the shift in vibrations, It may be your only escape. The Physical is pure imagination, and dreams become to real to decipher.