The chair you are sitting on is quite comfortable; To the point that you refuse to see what’s happening outside.
The distractions are huge. But not enough to distract me.
The noise is unheard. So are the screams.
Because here in this space All we hear and feel is the wind chiming And the ecstasy of being safe.
It is I who sit here and dream of a fantastic world It is I who enjoys the touch of the wind, the freedom It is I who is oblivious to the chaos around And it is only I who remains sane in this insane world.