Whenever I was a kid:
I tried to make my fantasies real;
By displacing truth-
And changing it's will.

I found peace in knowing I was out of bounds,
And I couldn't be stolen away by sounds,
And I made my own world and forgot the rest.
And I said to get out of my face,
And forget Colosseum tests.

I found solace in kindness abroad,
Not to me, but in others- I saw.
And I made my world despite the smog;-
And: "..the tedium in the waves.."- wrote the captain in his log.

(Inhuman fog.)

Wasn't it amazing-
That everything broken was complete and sealed?
Out of the screen we pulled- and we all felt it feel real.
And I made it a fantasy, not just another walk away event you see?

But.. It was the most important thing..
To me. Why wouldn't it be?
Because in my world it was real,
It's heart I cradled, and it I created.
I crafted what I wanted real.

And I sobbed as it met demise,
It's croak of death- spun out crumpled on the table-
COUGH-  on its side.
It lived a wonderful life.

We were happy for some time.
Big shadows-
High-rises.
Yes.
We were happy for some time.

(It was painful as you grew,)
And even though cradled-
Creeping shadows crept through,
And set a concrete course
A finalized divorce- between you and rock-a-bye.

In the end:
Watch a tedium in the camera flare
Dragon flare;
Black-to-black beginning
Black ascending
Smoke descending-
Apathy:
"The pit."

The middle seeing the most change
Still changing everyday-
To be a normal same.
My world was eaten alive
It's funny how overuse-
Turns the mind a nice color puce.

The comfort is in the conductive metal
White, red- yellow,
Stay back Jack
I've been made an unfriendly fellow.
If you see the hurt, tell it I said hello.