Focus: This Picture (II)

Maybe not everyone dreams like me
Daydreams, night bliss and night mares
So much, so much that
Underneath my bed is another world
To peep through when reality stings
One way to live us to find
A place to bite without pain
Pouring all the venom into one spot
And still remaining alive
Maybe not everyone sees
The patterns, the people, the plagues
Above my hair, beneath my toes
That I can live here, and not
Fling my soul to a place where flung souls
Are worshiped, are adored.

LARDO