Things are edited
Reality stay the same
Years could be passed in a single page
Years are not passed so quickly here
We say the characters are stuck
Just the propaganda we call entertainment, they say
What do you propose we use as our escape?
Without their stories
In our own lives
That is scarier then the ghosts and monsters written into the pages, and the fire breathing dragon that we believed in as kids
We need them, yet we turn them away
Living our own drab lives
What do we have against them?
What makes us resent them?
What is the difference between them and us?
We don’t have it in us to do anything besides stay ordinary