Imagination a refuge from reality.

Faith, hope, the bottle, drugs, belief, religion,
all forms of sheltering from reality's powerful storm.

But aren't we all in line for some reality and some sheltering?

Don't we all need reality, but when reality gets too hard to handle,
don't we all shelter, from time to time, some more, some less?

We go inside.  We make believe.  We pretend. 
We fully believe our imagination is true.  It IS true we chant.  We are in bliss!!!

Until a strong gust of reality blows our tent over.
Then we see that imagination is only a refuge from reality, a ghetto of sorts.
A blissful prison.  We are ghettoized by our imaginations.
We are caged by them.  Inside we are happy, but cut off from truth.

We are only free when we face into reality's harsh wind.

But who wants to do that all of the time?

So we live in both worlds.