Clouds and Feathers Might Be the Same - A Poem

I'm tired of the common life,
I wish to live anew.
To not be haunted by this knife,
But to think in a new point of view.
I dream dreamy dreams
of people dreaming a reality.

I learn to dance among the angels,
I reside in the clouds.
Oh, the fluffy magical wasteland
hypnotizes me into a never-ending
dream sequence.
I dream only when I'm awake-
Sleep has to much to take.

I've taught myself to stay alive
Even if evil seems to thrive.
I know where to find myself
when I get lost within desire.

Inspire me to a new potential,
Aspire to solve the mystery of me.
I'll never pass up a chance to make a wish;
They give me hope.
And isn't hope all we need?
Are we not reliant on a surge of static vitality?

The one thing I repress is reality-
For I prosper in the depths of abnormality.
Reality is a synonym of brutality!

I prefer to breathe in imagination,
To live in my own creation.