I Retreat Swap It Quatrain

Into the safety of imagination where I retreat
the incessent drums of society no longer beat,
and the world becomes my own creation
where I retreat into the safety of imagination.

I'd rather dwell inside a wondrous dream
and dance within the sacred stream
than live outside in man-made hell,
inside a wondrous dream I'd rather dwell. 

So the doctors diagnosed me, I have a mental sickness,
but they're the ones who really suffer thickness
while I can simply lock the door and lose the key; 
I have a mental sickness, so the doctors diagnosed me.

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