Fiction arises from my dreamy mind
Where a pathway opens for me to find
New moons, new suns, new planets, new worlds
New faces, new lives, things of new kind.
I look around and all that I can see
Is something that surfaces beyond me
Where my senses travel into magical worlds,
And where it is the imagination set free.
These fantasies that devours my mind
With imageries of whole new find
That shoots me far off galactic worlds
To find myself into a new era kind.
Stars that shine red is all that I can see
Morphing faces is all that surround me
Where I am omniscience into strange worlds
As I unleash my mind to set the words free.
I plunge into a hive of fictional data,
Alongside dancing colloquial spectral
Where everything becomes luminescent
For fiction to arise from my dreamy mind.
-eiravel-
It’s called fiction for a reason, it’s art for the sake of art, it’s fiction for the sake of fiction. Works of fiction are made up stories that are meant to tickle the fancy of readers; a material for evasion and distraction.