Fantasy Beyond The Horizon

You sit down at the desk.

You sigh as the flickering screen fills the room.

You feel your worries, melting into the future.

You shed your soaked clothes.

You see it on their faces, an impending doom.

You sit down at the desk.

You rest your eyes, the day has reached its close.

You open your eyes, refreshed, the sky now free of gloom.

You feel your worries, melting into the future.

You arrive at the island, a world that you had chose.

You jump from the train, the iron sky like a tomb.

You sit down at the desk.

You feel nothing, as life begins to slow.

You feel dread, as deadlines start to loom.

You feel your worries, melting into the future.

You feel outside, yet still within your room.

You sit down at the desk.

You feel your worries, melting into the future, as

You escape from one set of struggles to ones you can dispose.