Their Eyes

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.

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