I live in my world,
It's what I look forward to
When reality has gone away,
When death comes my way.
In my dreams it's where I'll stay
With only time to pay.
In my world it's a wonder,
Where I go to play,
In my head I'll stay.
My world is a garden
With roses and flowers,
A gazebo in the middle.
My garden
With rainbows
And butterflies as far as the eye can see.
It's my peace, serenity.
My heaven.
I live in my world,
It's what I look forward to
When reality goes away,
When death comes my way.
In my dreams its where I'll stay
With only time to pay.
I like the repetition of the phrase "I live in my world/my world" because it makes this poem really personal and I think you described your idea very well. 5/5
