I'm grateful for my avatar Functioning well, the odd scar Often bored of my own skin I visit worlds waiting within Physical demands eventually disrupt Noisy distractions persist, interrupt When night falls they tend to refrain Hours may pass, I still remain Inside transcendental places Meeting new n' familiar faces My senses heightened Existence enlivened An economical holiday Safe and far away From all life's worries And its incessant flurries Experiencing new chapters That my brain captures Just like "actual" memories Stored in my treasuries I'm starting to realise That each sunrise Lights a world that I can Explore as a man Just as I do with glee In Dreamland so free The difference being I'm no longer dreaming Choices endure So I like to ensure My future gains By this choice which remains What choice do I mean? The ever moving scene The Present as they call it You get to draw it Your body the pencil With so much potential Constantly writing Is the story exciting? It's hard to know But I'm keen to touch snow Which I've done in Dreamland. Just not in Queensland. Nor any physical place. I want to go to space.