Sometimes while being hugely bored
I build enormous worlds out of my dreams
My dreams are chaos I`m once told
But worlds of chaos are not bad at all it seems
Sometimes when feeling hopelessly alone
I create scrupulously castles out of nothing.
There settle pals who sing in friendly tone
They never miss a chance to make me burst out laughing
Sometimes if I need shelter from the pain
I put up comfortable cage with massive wire ribbon.
I know it would hold out, no matter-sun or rain-
I`m safely here, as precious treasure, hidden.
All castles sparkle, worlds collide and cage protects.
I’m permanently bored, alone and hurt,
So real world won`t feel any alert -
I’m caged in chaos with imaginary friends.
Chaos, castles and cage
© Copyright: Джулия Мэд Астрид, 2015
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