A world of my own

I often get lost out there, way out there.
It has become a second home of sorts.
Maybe it is a first home, home to life.
I often get lost there, I imagine you do too.
The world is a beautiful place,
it truly is, but flawed.
Flawed like me, flawed like you,
flawed like the rolling hills,
flawed like the trees.
I often get lost in a world of my own,
you can do anything when you're there.
I can fly,
I can soar,
I can swim,
and I can float. Floating around the sea,
unable to see what is truly in front of me. 
Then I drown, yes, I drown. 
I get sucked into the deep, dark sea. 
As I drown, as I start to see nothing in front of me,
I wake.
I wake to see the world, as it truly is.
A fake can be everything you might want,
but as flawed as it is,
reality can be everything you might need.