Darling time traveller,
do you know what you are?
Have you yet dismissed the normality
you are incapable of?
Are you as fiercely protective of yourself,
as you are of your art?
When you hide away in boxes,
is it fear or is it love?
  
You can put all the paints away,
dismiss every pen.
But what you see is different,
darling time traveller.
You can turn away,
you can pretend.
But you must know,
you are the reality unraveller.