Non-Existent Worlds

You might think I'm crazy,

And maybe I am

or maybe

the mundaneness of everyday life

slowly crushing my soul

is what drives me crazy

Everyday I daydream

Daydream about all sort of things

In these daydreams

I've had conversations

with people who never existed

about situations

that have never occurred.

When I was little

I would daydream

about being a hero

or even a villain.

Or just someone of importance

And since I had few, if any, true friends

I would imagine

what they would be like

the personalities they would have

The experiences we might share

the jokes we would laugh at

I could write a book

on all the worlds

that I have imagined

I don't know why I do this

Maybe it kept me

from going insane

Maybe I was born insane

Maybe I think my life

is far too boring

or maybe just maybe

I have an overactive imagination

Who knows?

Certainly not me