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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