Through structured streets of reality
I weave a web of fantasy;
Through colored lens I strive to seek
Life’s meaning in illusive imagery.
The sorrows I dismiss- a dreamy aside;
Laughter I meet with a resounding invite.
Life’s flowers bloom in my picturesque gallery
Daringly I defy the weeds of reality.
But it frequently rubs, rubs on my fantasy,
Ceaselessly strikes at my rooting imagery;
Weary and thin now my web of fantasy,
I hang on, on to the threads of reality.