An escape without really leaving
Never going outside your door
Yet you see a new world
One that’s exotic
It’s located inside your memory
Imagination is what powers it
The feeling of flying
The experience of free-falling
The smell of lilacs
The sounds of an orchestra
Being directed by a talented talking ape
It’s the one surefire way
Of becoming the superstar of your dreams
Without the crazy paparazzi
Instead of failing for being wrong
You may fail for being right
In your insane dreams
During the night
Never going outside your door
Yet you see a new world
One that’s exotic
It’s located inside your memory
Imagination is what powers it
The feeling of flying
The experience of free-falling
The smell of lilacs
The sounds of an orchestra
Being directed by a talented talking ape
It’s the one surefire way
Of becoming the superstar of your dreams
Without the crazy paparazzi
Instead of failing for being wrong
You may fail for being right
In your insane dreams
During the night
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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