I live inside my own mind,
And call myself the King of the universe.
It is a boon to me; others call it a curse.
I voluntarily distort my reality,
When life starts getting worse.
To far magical lands I traverse,
With my superpower, with the noblest; I converse.
A dream so real and diverse;
Where every day I immerse.
But never does glee; come to anyone for free.
Every time I dream; with reality I reimburse.
To reality so strongly I averse,
That I ignore the outcomes so adverse,
Whilst, I drive my own hearse and continue to excurse.
My mind so perverse; I let it coerce.
Coerce me into thinking that,
If I live in my thoughts only then I can let myself uncurse.
Believing that my life would be a heroic verse.
Even though I know, my kingdom of thoughts is nothing, but a self-imposed curse.