***** my sideways
Laterallity
I make words out of structure
And there's little left to say.

There's a secret door to your right
There's a pen to your left
Create your own worlds
Or be stuck in the one you're in

What's better?
Escaping reality in fantasy
Calamity

We look towards this life as something
So negative
What if the life we're living is the utmost positive?

What if this is the best?
The dissatisfied part of me screams in agony
The happier part shouts for joy.

This truly is the best life.
What really matters, I suppose
Is how we conduct ourselves
and the views we hold.