The stress and drudgery of the waking world
Draining life from the body as time depletes
Constant demands for more money and labor
Driving the cycle of efforts to bleed
And bodies that strain to maintain their position
Hold minds that are pining to wander as they please
In the confines of those physical prisons
Are dreams and fantasies burning for release
She imagines castles carved into mountainsides
In a majestic woodland with enchanted streams
With friends of all kinds, shapes, sizes, and genders
In renaissance dresses, residing at ease
Magical flowers in their abundant gardens
Crystal clear water in natural shallow pools
Adventures every morning and parties in the night
Never needing, never bleeding, never forced to be a fool
The time never passes and their beauty never dims
Their bodies never tire and they’re never out of love
The characters inspire and are always entertaining
And life is but a dream from which they’re never waking up
She imagines all of this, as the world demands some more
As she struggles through the constant fatigue that is her life
Spending her strength while her muscles bruise and sore
And the body is used and exploited without respite
The hours burn away the flesh until expired
Without any comfort in those promising words
With only one desire, to die one day in misery
And wake to be free in her fantasy world.