How easy it is,
To give in to the silken
Shackles of the night;
To immerse yourself entirely
In a world of dreams
Without a fight;
Where you can warp reality
And choose your fate so easily.
How easy it is,
To pull the covers over your
Head, and to ignore the world
And its harsh reality for a while;
For just another minute,
For just another hour,
For just another day.
How easy it is,
To sink into slumber and
Waste away in dormancy;
To be consumed by
Despondency and despair,
And to take flight into a world
Where you can dance on the clouds.
How easy it is,
To give up on it all –
To say ‘sod you all and go to hell,’
To become a hero in a world which
Isn’t real; to get stuck within its
Quicksand and its allure.
How easy it is,
To live in a castle in the sky,
Silhouetted against a backdrop
Of mauve, cerulean, indigo and pink,
Floating over a field of lime,
Lit by a golden sun.
How easy it is,
To shy away from the grey routine
Of every day life – from the rat race,
And necessity, and survival, and
Expectations and norms.
How easy it is to run.
Please tell me what you think
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After reading and re reading about a dozen times, I think I may be able to leave you an adequate comment.
Yes, how easy it is to run.
I often find myself day dreaming away or oversleeping to forget my troubles if they ever evolve that far in my mind. This is displayed well in the second stanza. When running away from reality, a second becomes a minute, a minute becomes an hour. You don't want to pull yourself away from such sweet censored reality.
With all these people and expectations, I'd like to fall away from everything at times.
'How easy it is,
To give up on it all –
To say ‘sod you all and go to hell,’
To become a hero in a world which
Isn’t real; to get stuck within its
Quicksand and its allure.'
This stanza was amazingly strong, Sam. I love the choice words 'quicksand' and 'allure.' Shows how we could get sucked into the 'I don't care, I'll dismiss it' business.
And this
'How easy it is,
To live in a castle in the sky,
Silhouetted against a backdrop
Of mauve, cerulean, indigo and pink,
Floating over a field of lime,
Lit by a golden sun.'
Such colourful gorgeous full imagery!
Honestly. I know I've said this before, but this is a favorite of mine. You depict the thoughts of a dreamer almost flawlessly. Perhaps, it's because you are one yourself? We all are. And it's a lovely but terrible time wasting thing.
The only criticism I have for you is about the first stanza's last line. Having the word 'easily' at the end of the line is a bit repetitive, almost defeating the fact that you are listing off different examples of why it is easy in the first place.
Change it or not, of course it's up to you, Sammy baby.
Loved this
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Beautiful imagry. I just wanted to be there, lost in the world you created
Brilliant!
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