My fantasy world

In retrospect of my own dreams and nightmares

I see what could be, should be or cannot be

When I wake, I think up my own worlds

My worlds, filled with my fantasies of demons and glory

Unlike the real world I wake up to every day

In which the days pass in grey monotony, by and by

Where every day other's expectations keep the truth real

Keep my world contained and constrained, barred in

What would it be like, I wonder, my fantasy world?

Dreadful terror, a mythical quest, the end of Armageddon?

Can it emerge? Will it emerge?

For now it sleeps, lies dormant throughout these dark days

Embedded in the clouds I lay around it

A priceless treasure, lost at sea?

Or pearls thrown before the swines?

As the new day begins and my last one ends

It sleeps and cannot come to be, even if only in image

My world is still a phantom, an unknown reality

Screaming with a thousand souls and a thousand hearts

"We deserve to be!" they yell inside their prisons

Yet isolation prevents any of this to reach the exit

The maze continues... prepare to be amazed.