I FEAR.
Sometimes I fear that I will get lost in writings,
That I will end up stranded in the world of fantasy, And reality will be forgotten.

That I will lose the meaning of the world in which I exist,
While pursuing a life in realms that exist only in my mind.

I always fear that I will start believing
I can create a fictional world and live in it,
I always find myself there, wandering so long among things I created.

But my real fear is that reality will awaken me, from the dream,
And its face will not be too beautiful to look at.
I will return unable to recognize
The beauty of the world in which I truly exist.