Life In Dreams

Whoever said the real deal
was to feel real
lied.

Whoever claimed life had
to suck was a sad
soul.

Life isn't real.
Life isn't fun, joy and tears.
Life isn't whatever you said.
Oh my,
why am I here.

Life in my dreams
is brilliant.
Life in the underwater world
is a dream come true.

What is my life,
                        you ask,
                                      if it isn't real?

That is my life then,
real or fake,
it doesn't matter.

A faux life.
A fake bubble of joy.
An untouchable world.
A place without fear, hurt and pain.

Your world.
With wars, poverty, AIDS and suffering.
Your world.
Where the rich build castles of gold
and the poor dig dreams in soil.
A place of bombastic lies and metal guns.
Children shooting each other, families falling apart.

Your world.
My world.
Does it even matter?

I choose my path.
I choose to stay shrouded in dreams.
In a cotton-candy world
where fairytales come true.

The flirty, floating clouds,
the flitting, fluttering butterflies,
the world of hopes and dreams,
is it so different from your world really?

Your world.
My world
where the worst thing that can happen is waking up.