I want to live in a fake paradise.
I want to walk across fields of false flowers
Assaulting the air with artificial aromas
too rich to be believed.
I want to be stolen away
taken from all that I know to revel
in dazzling dreams.
I want to ride in counterfeit carriages
secure behind chartreuse curtains
as I hear the wheels
clattering across the courtyard
I want to cross the threshold of an
and dance over faux marble.
I want to sink into imaginary cushions
at an illusory table
and eat phantasmic foods
which cannot fuel my hungers.
I want to live in a false paradise,
all the while knowing my existence