The mind’s imagination is a powerful thing.
My work, my life, the very fabric of my existence,
all must be painted just perfectly so,
lest the image be flawed.
Like a dream, all things must be vibrant and lively.
Why stay here in the real world,
when I can make my own wherever I like?
This is my favorite of your Marathon poems thus far!!?!?! Succinct and brief but deeply honest with its imagery and content. Love it!