The Comfort of Whimsy

Enchanted by magic

No matter how mythical

Why must the world

Be only the physical


Reason still reigns

But also there’s dreams

A whole ‘nother world

‘Tween the crisp, sterile seams


Colors unseen

Beings unknown

The planes and the galaxies

They all call home


Perhaps it’s a beauty

We feel the world lacks

Or the narrative we need

When evil attacks


When we can’t wrap our heads

‘Round the cruelty men do

Is that sleeping within me?

That couldn’t be true


So we all slip away

To those places of whimsy

In the interest of comfort

Now matter how flimsy

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