Welcome to the centre of my reality.
The only part of my experience of life, in which I have any certainty.
Welcome to the corner of my mind
Where my imagination can run riot without being confined
By the day to day monotony
Of maintaining my sanity.

Welcome to the place in which I dream.
Familiar faces appear in unfamiliar places, and I control the theme.
But some things slip through.
Some feelings are so strong that creatures are born anew.
Some scenes become frightening.
Some visions are enlightening.

Welcome to the part of me that's free
To think the things, that people would have never thought of me.
In here I can stamp around and swear,
Whilst in the real world my friends would stand and stare
If they heard me say the word
That sounds a lot like bartered.

Do come in, but shut the door.
There are things inside my head I don't share with others anymore.
My inner thoughts are best kept hidden
In case my private obsessions are deemed forbidden.
In case the views that I hold
Are not those I've been told.

Welcome to the centre of my reality.
The place in which I do so fully express my personality.
This is the place in which I make choices
Away from the others with their ever raised voices.
This is who I really am.
I am not a hologram!

Welcome to the centre of my reality.