Make Belief

i prefer to make my belief

to go places i am not in

imagine my life a splendor

while it’s unraveling end to end

when i am scared of that Great Beast

i retreat to an old place of null

where the rules have been defined

so vapid now though, so dull

i prepare grand vacations

to get a taste of a bitter-sweet cake

that is not mine nor ever will be

alas these are the hands of my make

how will I escape this dreary hole

if during that famed upwards pursuit

my distant mind is distracted

by stories within one gnarled root?