When what I see cannot please me.
no more of it can I tolerate,
A world of my creation I see,
here I get the time to meditate.

I escape to this world everyday,
dreams and stories shape what I see.
For hours on end in green pastures I lay,
Nowhere else do I feel so free.

Since childhood I have held it close to me.
no one else deserved to know of it.
So thought the innocent child within me,
No longer from their eyes cam I hide it.

The question is would they mock me?
Could they accept my childish actions?
Whatever the answer I will always with glee,
journey to the land of my own distractions.