In the Arms of Imaginary Friends

I live in a world of my own making 

Which I made when I was a lonely kid

It has a concert everyday

And plays my favorite movies on demand 

There are very few people on the streets of my world 

They prefer staying indoors 

In worlds of their own

And every now and then there is a newcomer to my world 

A person who's free to stay and free to go

Some stay and some don't 

As I grow older I sometimes feel sad 

Especially when I cannot fit in to the real world 

On those occasions I close my eyes 

And I escape into this world I have made 

Maybe you too have a world of your own

A tiny bubble in which you cocoon yourself 

When it all becomes too much to take 

And you need a drink with an imaginary friend

It's just that everyone is subject to the blues 

And needs some green and red 

Or just plain yellow 

That is why we create worlds after all

Or prefer to pick up a book

And escape into another person's world 

Tell me stranger about the world you've made 

Let's not be strangers anymore

The Bilge Master