Reality

Muddy realities turn my head— from a fictional land

so perfect— where I lived.

on the lonely shores of sand,

refined like gold, joyfully sifted,

sputtering water clouding a glance

upon roaring waves entranced

upon hues of blue and sunlight

a blaire— colors like moonlight

achingly fair.

Oh and castles! And mansions!

oh the passions—

my home of grand nature,

my placement of great stature—

with silver spoons—

red and blue moons—

darkness to fight—

my heart it takes flight—

all is crashing— splashing through a sea—

a sea of realities.