My Surreal World - Inspired By Constance La France

I live in the surreal and I like how it feels, I am much more the hero in there; When reality strikes it fills me with fright and nobody about me cares. In my own head, in that world instead, I am confident and handsome and bright; And in my fantasy mind, the struggles I find always seem to turn out just right. But to survive and stay alive I must visit where other people live; Where I am awful plain and feel the pain of lacking the best God has to give. When in that world I roam I am always alone and haven’t any friends; In the world I prefer I am popular and my magnanimity never ends. I am loved by all and have a ball; there are adventures every day; Being too shy and a clumsy guy never seem to get in my way. Real world folks think I’m a joke because I am always staring off into space; They just aren’t aware and what do I care, when I’m in my special place. Don’t feel bad for I am not sad that in your world I don’t fit in; To tell the truth you are a bit uncouth in my surreal fantasy land; But don’t despair for I wouldn’t dare be rude and mean in the surreal; In my mind we are always kind because I know how you would feel. NOTE: This poem was inspired by a response I received from Constance La France to a post I posted on one of her blogs where she said, “I have one foot in reality and one foot in surreal.. and I like it there” – This gave birth to the line, “I live in the surreal and I like how it feels” – the rest of the poem grew from those roots.