Perhaps the problem lies
In the fact that reality
Is not a place in which I
Choose to reside.
Rather, it is a place I visit,
From time to time,
To gain perspective
And understanding.
When I arrive
My eyes will be fresh
The sights will be new
I will absorb my surroundings
With a naïve excitement.
Senses tingling,
I will learn of everything,
And nothing.
And then, like any holiday,
I will pack my bags
And I will await departure
And it might be difficult
To tear myself away
But when I arrive home again,
My dreams will greet me
And I will feel fulfilled.
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