Escapism

Finish what you chant,
Triumphant and malicious,
Your seemings are fictitious.
This epic narrative of you
An insight of a fragment
Of a mind so often stagnant.
Only stirring for chimerical dreams,
Chemicals slipping through the seams.
Smoke, and wind, and electric storm
Angry will of character born.
Left of reality,
Bending out your little farce.
Escaping to your child's tower.
Not mindful of the day or hour.