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.