Reeling reality

I daydreamed a childhood,

In my mind it exists,

Reality doesn’t matter,

For I have it all figured.

 

White picket fence home,

With grass to skip upon,

Pink drapes on my window,

From it to peer outside.

 

Gardens with daisies,

And bluebells and lilies

Paths to hidden cozies,

And tree-houses on top.

 

Picture perfect the happiness,

And, days bright and slow,

Paradise appears in paper,

But none has seen it, at all.