The Perfect Escape

The real world
Isn't all that great
I prefer my dreams
The perfect escape.
I can picture the world
And fill it with love
Or fly a kite
And soar high above
The pain that lies
In the earth below
Masked by the beauty
Of the sun's pure glow
I can see a boy and girl
Filled with romance
Falling in love
In a mystical dance
Or children at play
Singing a song
Carousing and romping
All the day long
There is hope beyond hope
And love without hate
And I prefer my dreams
The perfect escape.