In Playground of Imagination

The relentless pressure of ev'rything demands ev'ry ounce of my attention. Once I sailed a sea that delight could bring, alas, in a world of my invention. Wives, bosses, finances, loom like bludgeons - momentarily, I avoid failure. Alone, in a dark and joyless dungeon, there's no success for this erstwhile sailor. My own expectations stab like a knife - who I wanted to be, and what, to do. Powerless, against this arduous life, I hear a voice, my cell bars, passing through. Bye, all - I'm off to the fantastic sea, imagination's playground's calling me.