My Way

Hold my hand, I'll show you what world means to me,

It's a bit different, more beautiful than what others see.

I breath fantasy, and exhale creativity here.

In this vacuous world I know hued cascades my dear.

All I have learned is to squeeze amusement out of monotony.

Without the fallacy of false dichotomy.

I'll mould this world with my clay.

With hands entwined let's explore it my way.