Dizzy to the Point of Exhaustion

When Realism Arrives

Lets escape to place full of wonders and woes.

Where reality is a far star in the horizon.

Never touched, only glimpsed at wistfully.

Full of the envision of its creator.

As writer plays their own version of god.

Relations form through strings of sentences,

that crumble just as easily as they invent.

Disappear with me.

Where no worriers are your own.

But tears are shed all the same.

Though for nonexistent terrors

that depart when realism arrives.