Reality?

I am this mediocre writer

Who wants to build

An exceptional world, so dear. 

Please let me be

Here, in this beautiful space

Where lines stretch from gaps and silence. 

Acceptance is weak, someone said, 

I accept it, as I accept the world

Just as it is, unafraid. 

But if thoughts are things

Words expressed beings

Eldorado can spring out, dance and sing.

Most of us are secure, safe typecast

Caged within with inert wings

The rest who dare are outcast. 

I don't have enough intelligence, 

In the middle, I write with limited strings

That déjà vu reality cannot make sense.