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