Darkness

On this chair, in darkness, it's all so clear.
In control of emotions, thoughts and fear.
No responsibility, just perfect nothing
In this darkness, on this chair, I am queen

Imagination roams as a lion in a jungle
Everything before me becomes humble
Alone in darkness it all comes together
The soul is free, peace dissolves anger

In silence, thoughts are crisp and loud
Darkness is my shield and my shroud
Here, all can be found in perfect order.
Here, there is no limit or even a border.

I sit alone in what is called a living room
Where people conjure to forget their gloom
Minds diluted with visuals or conversation
Not I, this is my kingdom of concentration

No need for visuals and useless distraction
Alone without any meaningless interaction
Alone, in the darkness of perfect clarity
I sit and ponder world's perfect insanity

The television screen is as black as night
For once, it has revealed life's true light
No pictures needed here, now or ever
In darkness, imagination can be clever

Monsters and knights and castles and seas
All within reach without fighting or pleas
Life is simple here; neither dirty nor clean
Just life through lenses of awakened dream