Woods Of Dreams

I dream about the nature in me and outside of me... But I don't think I will ever really mentally or physically reach them in any way... Mentally they are a big part of me, I live here only in my own visions, visions that are for me a part of reality, anything beyond this and outside are only grey drugged lies. -Little fakeness that don't really affect me. I live in dreams. Only... But there is something that I know were suppose to exist out there, big woods of natural nature, I don't think about that much anymore, I've never been there and I've never seen it. I only remember the woods of metal and stone, black smoke and all the greyness. I'm born out of this world, so where does the dreams in me come from? The nature that call me in the early grey city morning? Where can I find it?... All these things I've never really seen, all these places I've never really been... I think a lot about them... I yearn for that feeling that they could give me, I know they could bring it out in me, the good feeling of being alive... There is something good somewhere... -I'm scared I'll never find the nature, scared that it simply isn't anywhere to be found...