I sit in my room
Pondering about the things needed to be done
Thinking "this and that"
Always rushing for it all to be gone

I lie awake,
Still worried
That nothing is complete
Nothing is achieved

As my world fades into darkness
And my mind drifts of to wonderland
I see myself sitting in front of a small table
A typewriter at hand

Peaceful as it is,
I see another image
It is me walking around
A scenery at bay

Light emerges
And soon I am back in reality
But that's what bothers me
The word "reality"

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I am not living in reality. This here is my imagination. The things that my mind and heart have both equally concocted so that I may finally reach my so called "Wonderland".

*My reality