Boom, crash.
Zip, zip, zap. 
Fingers go
tap tap tap.

We face puzzles
we face the end. 
A war or an uprising, sometimes,
are situations that to ourselves we lend.

Of course, there is the question-
How does this not stress you?
Because these are all things
I do not truly have to do. 

They will not affect my future,
Not real fates are in my hands. 
So when I need a destress,
I head to fantasy lands. 

To know that I may 
protect those who are in need,
restoring my faith in myself...
It's rejuvinating indeed. 

And so when we depart
from the house or the bed,
it is not so horrible a task.
Nay, a mere adventure in my head. 


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