I tend to find myself
In fantasy worlds
Full of color and wonder
Without negativity
That can't be taken care of
Often these worlds
Have no cons at all
And they're amazing
But when I look up
And around
I see reality
Too focused to be real
Too real to be fake
And the world I left
Seems like a petty dream
No matter how many
Or how complex
The fantasies are
They will never be more
And I will always
Come back to the plain reality
