Lucid worlds

I have a world in my head
It grabs my hand and with it leads
To an observer I will appear mad
For there is no other explanations for the mutters I have made
Or the involuntary movements of my lips
Gestures which are not ordinarily made
Contortions that emanate from the bright colours in my head
The brilliant story in my mind
The words too ambiguous for paper and pen
The thick, powerful and adventure filled clouds that never dissipate into rain
And the arguments within my person
But I am not mad
I just have uncontrollable worlds in my head
And because I cannot tame it
It controls me instead
Because it controls me
Fantasy has become my survival pill.