When I look through their eyes, I see more than my usual tale, Uncover hidden fantasies and lies. Trying to fight back - I fail. Eat fear of truth like daily bread, Bury myself in a romantic world Where daydreams and fancy are fed With a fork and sometimes - a sword. Imagination is both shelter and pain, A dangerous escape to a foreign land That I desperately long for in vain: The irrational cannot be foreseen or planned. Getting lost is a part of the game; The only way out is their sober eyes. Take a glance - I'm not the same, This time, a worldly rule applies.