the mind wandering through an endless abyss

realities so comforting and so hopeful

like being gently cloaked in a soft blanket

climbing out of pools

to find myself on solid ground again

in an unfamiliar world

spending hours somewhere exotic

yet why does it only feel like five minutes?

an escape

to somewhere peaceful

somewhere enjoyable

somewhere less lonely

somewhere free of responsibility

somewhere free of disappointment

somewhere free of fear

somewhere free of pressure

somewhere in paradise

until they become violent

until fear finds its way in 

and doesn’t leave

until everyday problems poison the paradise

eventually becoming a toxic wasteland

and they keep forming

keep creating space

for them to flourish

yet no matter how bad they are

they’re still enjoyable

if daydreaming is a drug

then i’m an addict

my body is sick of me

sick and tired of the excessive pacing

but the screams of agony are muffled

by the sound of a voice

pleading for dreams

the sound of a voice

demanding for an escape

it seems i’ve lost control of my legs and mind

the curse and blessings of a daydreamer