Lost
Did not lose myself, only found more
The soul yearns, the heart is yet sore,
Wandering realms, pleasures galore.
Break open the shackles of reality,
Afar from the pebbles of affairs mundane,
My fantasies no longer a fallacy,
I dream my reality, existence inane.
In reveries spun from whispered tales,
In pages turned and worlds unfurled,
Escapism's enchantment prevails,
Unveiling realms where souls are hurled.
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