Neva Varga
Neva Varga
Apr 4, 2010

All of this is fantasy
Held captive in our minds
Our own reality
That we seek to find

What lovely imagination
In this tangled web we weave
A magical illusion
Is all that we receive

Perfection in all we see here
We know cannot be true
A perfect world does not exist
And will not ensue

Awake arise and realize
Reality does set in
Time will change and tarnish
This fantasy will end

Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
 
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