• JTF

Fantasy

Please, don’t make me stop

Dreaming, breathing, living

For I am happiest when I am active

Both in my mind and in my heart


What if it is all an illusion?

In the end, aren’t we all made of dreams?

The sweetest kiss ever tasted

The softest touch ever felt


Nothing compares to the beautiful snare

Of the mind, body and heart

Passion and pain are all an illusion

A game we play, for fantasy we crave


Ask then, how can one measure reality?

In follies lived, and dreams forgotten

For we seldom remember reality

In fact, we loath it!


Don’t make me stop

Dreaming, breathing, living

For I am happiest in the sweet refrain

Of my swelled and blinded heart