I feel myself pulling away from reality
And I'm now living a fantasy
Nothing I see is the actual thing
It's as if I'm Alice in the Wonderland
I'm Wendy when she was with Peter Pan
Sleeping Beauty when she was asleep
Or Belle when she was with her beast
I'm having a outer body experience
I'm here but I'm not
There's a whirl wind carrying on inside of me
And it needs to stop
My head feels light
And my heart is pounding
I feel myself pulling away from reality
Nothing's real
It's all just a fantasy...

Let me sink another glass of wine
To bring me closer to the divine
I don't mean a God of any kind
(If you're religious I hope you don't mind)
I mean the place inside of me,
Where I know lives good poetry

Words colliding into a meaningful sentence,
one that connects to hearts and souls.
the enthralling beauty of poetry is unmatched.
Yet there is beauty in silence.
One whose vein runs so deep that no word could describe it.