When Reality Is Too Much

when reality is too much
like a vodka
that you drink
you become drunk
and tipsy
you fall and sleep
and you rise
from where you fall
and enter into
this world you dream
about

this is my world
welcome
to fantasy welcome to dreams
this is where
everything comes as easy
as it goes

when you finally wake up
the following morning
needing cubes
of ice and another
time for silence