A Place to Call My Own

To create a little world of my own
A place where everything is structured
A place where the people are different
And have their differences
But are bound by the rules
The rules I have set for them
The workings of a class system
That would in turn bind them
Bind them in their own little societies
A place where I do not exist
But a place where lives have been created
A place that mirrors what this world
What this world may have once been
I want to create a fictional universe
A place of escape, of fantasy
A place that merely echoes reality
Yet, my hands do not yet move
They do not create this microcosm
With an eagerness my imagination
My imagination would wish
Instead, the little universe would only exist
Exist solely for the purpose of release
From my own life.