Reality is;
The real that ruins our hopes and dreams.
The reason we cannot live our most deep and creative thoughts.
Life in its dullest form.

Something for us to snap back to,
when dreams become too much.

Messing with the pleasing inspiration retained from existence.
Making the vivid thoughts we want to make true,
become buried with us.

Lying there in a mind once unrealistic; free.
Bombarded by the captivation of reality in its finest.

Boxed up and unknown.
These dreams, feelings, and pure creativity,
never heard or witnessed by another living being,
and never will be.

All because a little phrase known as reality,
corrupted the mind,
and interrupted its better half; unrealistically.