Maybe I can pretend that

I'm a hopeless romantic with

A handsome prince waiting

Somewhere for me to

                                                                             Find.

Perhaps I might imagine

I'm a professor at a university with

A clumsy disposition and

Glasses askew on

                                                                             My head.

It is possible to picture

Myself living alone with

A pot of pasta cooking

Reading Jane Austen

                                                                             Peacefully.

Maybe I can forget

The work and problems

I have to do through

                                                                             Dreaming.

Perhaps I might restrain

The tears and sniffles that

Want to fall from my eyes

                                                                             Forever.

It is possible to not picture

The failures and disasters left

While I say I am not disheartened

                                                              Yet.

Maybe I should return to

                                                       Reality.

Perhaps I should see my problem as it

                                                                 Is.

Is it possible to remember what is

                                                            Important.