My fantasy world In retrospect of my own dreams and nightmares I see what could be, should be or cannot be When I wake, I think up my own worlds My worlds, filled with my fantasies of demons and glory Unlike the real world I wake up to every day In which the days pass in grey monotony, by and by Where every day other's expectations keep the truth real Keep my world contained and constrained, barred in What would it be like, I wonder, my fantasy world? Dreadful terror, a mythical quest, the end of armageddon? Can it emerge? Will it emerge? For now it sleeps, lies dormant throughout these dark days Embedded in the clouds I lay around it A priceless treasure, lost at sea? Or pearls thrown before the swines? As the new day begins and my last one ends It sleeps and can not come to be, even if only in image My world is still a phantom, an unknown reality Screaming with a thousand souls and a thousand hearts "We deserve to be!" they yell inside their prisons Yet isolation prevents any of this to reach the exit The maze continues... perpare to be amazed.