I forget the world I once had as a child that grew
The imagination that was created in the world’s that I wrote
At a time when escaping the world around me was a better choice
When things where different and the world was simpler
As long as the time was available and no one was around
I escaped to a world that was all of my own
A place that I could make things as I wanted
In a time that I could lose minutes on top of hours on top of days
My world was something that could help me and hinder me
For the world that I create could be a place I could never leave
From character to character and day to day
Once I was inside and caught the outside world would just melt away
As to why I left that world I will never know
And the more I try the less of the world I see
To become lost in a world that was once me
When can I find my true self
And where will I be when that world comes crashing on me
I wait for the waves that once over came me
That closed around me and invaded everything I was
For the creativity that was once my whole world
Where will my creativity come from and when
I am ready for wave upon wave of worlds to create
And for a time that I can lose minutes upon hours upon days
I really liked the way the lines were broken up in this poem. And the way you describe the world was beautiful and relatable. This was a great line:
“In a time that I could lose minutes on top of hours on top of days”