How does it feel,
to live in your own dimension,
A life far from the reality,
Full of imaginations and fantasies.
And you can't stop thinking big,
Of the future and the past,
For the present will probably meet it's fate.
You can't escape this reality,
Nor run from your own destiny.
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The Art of Poetry
PoésiePoetry redefined #art of poetry I write what I like... What I feel and what I think of, ...and to me, poetry is life.
