My Reality

Though you shall not see it as I do

Life for me is not always in black and blue

My Reality as I know it

Is far different from yours in every bit

Whether you applaud or you roar

I shall always move my oar

Going always with my own flow

Always in pain, always in solo 

Filled with the many mysteries

Devoid of any atrocities

My reality emanates from the land of immortality

It is indeed, my hidden sanctity

Someday, maybe you shall experience it as well

And like me, maybe your faith shall swell

Meanwhile, do jump in my poetic well

And relish of its wonderful spell

May it have you ensorcelled

May it have you enthralled

For my reality is not meant to be shared

Neither is it meant to be bared!

So please, be tolerant if I choose to be adamant

What is for you always so existent

Could be for me, the unreal

My aim being, someday, to find my boreal!

There, beyond the veil of stars

Where vanished shall be my scars

Pure and pristine

I shall be forever, creation's valentine!