Fantasy And Reality
Why is it that just when I'm ready to fall asleep, the urge to write poetry takes me over?
Fantasy And Reality
Here I sit, lost in deep thought,
Wishing things could be idyllic
But alas, they’re always not.
What’s so wrong with fairytales?
Couldn’t it be that way just for once?
Why is it that my grasp of Reality fails?
I know there’re people who care
However, it seems like everyone is clawing;
All different hands, searching to tear.
Why can’t a prince be here to save me?
Most say because they’re two different worlds,
Fantasy conflicting with Reality.
But I say no, no to the realist.
Fantasy creates reality in every world.
Therefore, I raise in protest my brass-knuckled fist.