I am eager for the dark nights,
Where I can only see by dim light,
Where I can dream of better places,
And see unfamiliar faces.

In my head, a story is born
Where I can live it out with no scorn.
I dream of worlds without sin,
Where only good can always win.
I can be the hero
Whose lost fights will always total zero.

This reality they claim to be real,
Is much too dark for me and leave scars that do not heal.
I feel less alive in this realm of gray,
For all it consists of is darkness and decay.

I live in my own world, one I have created.
A place I call home where I feel elated.
When I get to my world, I shall rejoice
For again, I have found my voice.
Something that I have been stripped of in reality,
Where I am exposed to their criticality.

I will always stay strong,
And it is with my dreams that I belong.
Forever long, I will remain the schemer
But always first, the dreamer.

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