Sestina

I have this place I go, a world of fiction,

A place where my imagination breathes and lives.

Sometimes I run off to this world,

Because I have no other place where I can escape.

The real world, right here and now, is very boring, boring reality.

Boring to the point you could call it bland.

But my place, a place of fantasy, will never be bland.

Full of creatures and people of myth and fiction,

And of long dead people from old reality.

If they existed and lived here now, than the world can truly live,

And help its people escape,

This boring, uneventful world.

But what a place this can be, a place we call the world.

A place that can be not so bland,

And climb out the cycle and escape.

Common necessities and even experiences, where long ago thought to be fiction.

So don't we inhabit a fantasy world of our own, a place of fiction we live?

We take advantage of it, explaining it and disproving it, leaving nothing but reality.

Created by people, a place of reality,

Once full of mystery and wonder, such an exciting world,

Where anything could live.

Man came, and did not understand, and created stories, those stories were not bland.

Until future man came along, and did not know whether the stories were true, they didn't understand, and were scared, and called it all fiction.

They run off into their logic, where they think they know all, but they can never run away, never escape.

But they did, they did escape,

Into their world they named reality,

And drug the rest of us down, making us inhabit this place,

A place that's not fiction.

So now you and I, at this time and place, live in this world,

That is so bland,

And we do nothing but live.

And I will live,

And when I can, escape,

To a place not so real, not so bland.

To a place that was known by the ancients as reality.

And why do I escape so hastily to this world?

Because there's more to this world than to just live.

So come with me, to a world of fiction and live,

A world to go when you need to escape the world and its hardships.

Because reality is so harsh and bland, crushing hopes and dreams, and more importantly, faith.