End Date

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I live in my head.
I dread coming back
To reality
‘Cause I’d rather be left
To my fantasies
A place filled with hope
When everything's lost
And everyone’s gone
And I can’t process what’s here.

I live in my head.
When tensions come
It’s where I escape
I build my dreamworld
And stay there all night
And when I’m awake
I’m there half the time.

But soon comes the end date.
I can feel it in my bones
All my hopes crashing down
Reality flooding in
I’ll fall through the sky
And land back on the ground
My fantasies will fade
And I’ll remember my place.

But for now I live in my head.

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