Composing, thinking and dreaming,
looking out deeply into the dark.
A song in the background playing,
each note striking home is a spark.
Creating a world that I'd live in,
my mind conjures at it's very best.
Keeps that which feeds my pleasure,
sliding back into darkness the rest.
Illusion plays well in the blackness,
to ponder while standing alone.
Reality tells me, I'd rather that,
someone warm, soft be at home.
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