Forget tedious living that invade our troubled reality.
Escape is only a momentary thought away to a land raw and ripe,
With pleasures to salivate the pallet; insatiate: engrossing the mind's eye.
An imaginary world with fictional lives to be reveled. Blinding glory.
Demonstrative demons urge you to seek relief from the daily grind.
No one will see; no one will know. Illusionary hideaway; tucked away.
You owe it to yourself, a reward for daily labors. The power of the mind
Affords you the respite from disrespect, by others not seeing your "genius".
You control the dreams, the illusions...at first. But slowly they creep,
Substituting your reality, until they drive your motivations; your purpose.
Like all addictions, YOU now evolve around your chosen mode of escape.
You need the fantasy to get through the day. You walk in a living daydream.
A hook, pierces the dreamers lips; darkness begins reeling them in; "reel" world portal.
For some, fantasy takes control and dreams the dreamer. Reality fades.
Presence of mind; distorted. Bizarre imagery. Reasoning is the one that has escaped.
Clown balloon animals now come alive. Tell me please, what color is the sky in your world?