Pretending's Enchanting Dance

In realms where fantasies unfurl,

A dance of masks begins to twirl.

Where shadows cast their playful spell,

I weave a tale, in pretense dwell.

With nimble steps, I don a guise,

A shroud of secrets, veiled disguise.

In make-believe, I find my might,

As I embark on dreams each night.

Pretending, oh, a wondrous art,

Unleashing visions from the heart.

I walk in shoes not truly mine,

In whispered echoes, realms align.

In dreams, I soar on feathered wings,

An actor in life's grandest flings.

I paint my face with vibrant hues,

Creating worlds I can infuse.

A jester's jest, a poet's rhyme,

I conjure tales in endless time.

The stage, my canvas, wide and vast,

Where dreams and truth entwine, at last.

Pretending, a mirror of desire,

Burning embers of a hidden fire.

I wear the masks that fit my role,

Exploring parts within my soul.

But be cautious, for pretense deceives,

In webs of falsehood, hearts can grieve.

For while I play in worlds unreal,

The truth, it yearns, its wounds reveal.

Yet still, in pretending's sweet embrace,

I find solace in an alternate space.

A chance to be more than what I seem,

To chase the fragments of a fleeting dream.

So let us dance in make-believe,

In realms where hearts find their reprieve.

For pretense, though a fragile art,

Can mend the wounds that tear us apart.