Trapped in a pit of quicksand
Always grasping for reality
Drowning in the imaginary scenarios
Reality was always so harsh, so dull
Escaping into my imagination
Is always too easy
Although I prefer Imagination
The lines are blurred.
I keep my head held high
And my thoughts sink below
To the depths of the ocean
And the coldness of snow.
It's so easy to get lost without you.
Into imagination.
But when you're here, damn, I love reality again.
YOU ARE READING
An Insomniacs Lullaby
PoetryIt's 3 AM and I can't sleep. There's too much on my mind, too many thoughts to keep.
