What is fantasy?
People say it's just an illusion,
A wandering mind’s silent confusion.
A mental disease without a cure,
A fragile dream we try to secure.
It’s a sweet poison in disguise,
Bringing joy behind gentle lies.
It makes you smile, it makes you feel,
Yet slowly blurs what once was real.
You build a world inside your mind,
Where hopes and hidden wishes bind.
You fake what you think, what you feel,
Until you question — Should I be real?
Sep 29, 2018
Sep 29, 2018 at 8:19 AM UTC
What is fantasy?
People say it's just an illusion,
A wandering mind’s silent confusion.
A mental disease without a cure,
A fragile dream we try to secure.
It’s a sweet poison in disguise,
Bringing joy behind gentle lies.
It makes you smile, it makes you feel,
Yet slowly blurs what once was real.
You build a world inside your mind,
Where hopes and hidden wishes bind.
You fake what you think, what you feel,
Until you question — Should I be real?
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