Reality
Is never
As good as
Everyone says it is.
It’s boring.
It’s harsh.
It’s anything but fair.

Imagination
Takes me
Places I want
To go.
It’s exciting.
It’s amazing.
It also disappears.

My written work
Is neither just reality
Nor only imagination.
It’s my mind
Adding fun
To a boring situation.

So I write.

I write so that
The rain
Doesn’t fall.
It plunges
As if racing to the ground.

I write so that
The room
Isn’t silent.
It’s the pinnacle
Of beauty
In a world
That’s lacking in concentration.

I write so that
When I’m alone
And I’ve realized
That reality isn’t for me
And that when I come back from cloud 9
My imagination hasn’t helped me,
I will always have my pen and pad
To combine imagination with reality.

So I write.