As I hid in the bars of fate,
little voices tattled behind me.
Withering words ignited hate,
hence, freedom was a plea.
But when I wallowed in the grandeur of tales,
and succumbed in the glory of poetries,
those displeasures, frights, and gales
suddenly disappeared like reveries.
I then escaped from the realm of uncertainty,
which led me to the depths of fantasy.
There I found solace and serenity,
but it also took away my sanity.
Only a fool can fathom how I think.
Translate the odds before you blink.