I'm in my artificial Paradise...don't take me out...please...

I'm in my artificial Paradise...don't take me out...please...
I've needed this for so long...
   listening to the authentic South Pacific beats
      as I hold dearly the most common coin from my homeland...
         eyes closed...imagining...
Imagining the waves crashing against the sharp rocks
   as I sit on the nearby smooth rock, playing my blue guitar
      that's slightly out of tune...
   watching the dolphins in the sunset between the times
      when my eyes are closed because I'm indulging my other senses,
         enjoying the gentle sea breeze...the feel...the smell...the FEEL...
Then I open my eyes...
   and I snap out of it...
      and realize...that...

                       I'm still in Detroit

   ...a loner in the city...
      ...a stranger in the town...
         ...a girl in an adult's body, an outsider everywhere...
   ...not grown up yet...because...
...because...well...

              I left my heart in my homeland

                                      ...13,763.11 kilometres away...