This

They say I lie or feign

In all I write.

It's simply that I feel

Via imagination.

The heart I never use.

All I dream or live,

Whatever fails or dies,

Is no more than a cover

Over some other thing

Where true beauty lies.

That's why I base my writings

On things remote,

Freed from my reality,

And serious about what isn't.

Feel? Well that’s up to you.