This is a rough draft, as you can see it's only ten lines. (I will update it later) I already love this poem. It's about imagination and my own little world. And just for fun, it's written in attempted iambic pentameter.

Reality's Fear

Should I abandon reality's fear?
Open the sky and unlock it clear?
My little gold keys are all I can hear.
Imagination is a dimension,
That twists and warps all singularity.

I find a hallway of bolted doors,
There is no staircase, but a hundred floors.
Spacing out on rolling, green ocean shores...
I separate myself from five senses.
Reaching for eternity and my soul--