We Do Not Belong Here

I found myself in this utopia Enclosed in this width and space Why I got here is beneath me The purpose of my being is illusory The way I will be exiting I do not know Like an interloper I have dwelt in this *exist-tense* The excruciating pains that she gives Is without limit and boundaries This existence has seemed like a curse The toils and struggles Seems to blow out of proportion The more I dwell in this emptiness The closer I get to my demise Like an interloper I have been subjected To all that has been thrown at me one thing is for certain I will exit this state one day Like a thief at night A mighty king will breeze in And take me out of this *exist-tense* Flying me to my real home That is devoid of this *interloping* That for now I am condemned to *exist-tense* a coinage from existence *interloping* a coinage to heighten my pains.