Scribbles 2

Reality, will you
now be my friend?
My imagination is ill
and needs a mend.

But, oh, stranger,
We first need to talk
Cross our paths
and take a long walk

I'll take you across
those purple streeets
in hot-air balloons
and ice-cream fleets

"Hello, Mr.Darcy"
and lunch with Anne.
Lessons with Harry
and a blue suntan.

Red carpet walks
and pony rides
at my will's command
My life's many sides.

Now tell me, reality
What do you have in store?
I want to know
that life could be much more.

My colours are fine
to cheer my day
sometimes at night
they dull away.

I want you beside me
to hold my hand
Reality, be my friend
and take me to your land.