In my world, my life already had a story written long ago
Once upon a time, where I would wish time could have just stopped
In a place more appealing to me there than what these weary eyes actually see
Put together by rearranging pieces of my reality
Thank God for two sided puzzles.
In my world there's purpose
There's a reason for me there
For every day is a challenging piece
But in my world the picture is actually quite clear.
What pieces do you see?
In my world my hands are strong for good use
They are clenched in fists with full force and zeal
They clasp my mighty sword, ready to wield
At least, I tell you all this with but an old pen
And withered hands that refuse to yield...
I'm my world it's so odd how everything makes sense
People don't walk with chairs or talk with only a glance
Indifference is adorned
Complacency is a shame
Masks are beautiful, sure, but they are no replace for a good name
In my world, "why not" is the saying
“Possibilities“ is the endless song
We sing it all our days
Never cut short, never aged
"Reality" though, is the tune I moan these days
For my world is a true fantasy
And that doesn't mean it's not true
For if had my choice, and I do,
It is this reality I would rather choose
Over the grim fable of pages
Torn from my youth.
Because my world is not mine...
But it's prepared for you and I
Right now as just a dream,
A dream yet to come true...
©palewriter
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