When it all becomes too much,
I close my eyes and paint.
I paint everything I have ever wanted,
It is all so perfect I could faint.
My imaginary world is almost identical to my reality,
I really do not ask for much.
The pictures I make are so vivid,
They look so real I can feel their touch.
What would be different?
What would I change, you ask.
It may seem simple,
But it is no easy task.
My perfect world…
Well first of all it is bright.
I do not worry all the time,
I appreciate the light.
I do not jump to conclusions,
I let myself have fun.
It may seem common,
But I can narrow it down to one.
In a perfect world of my design,
I am free.
It is all I have ever wanted,
I beg for it on my knees.
I am without…
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