Can a guy ever fantasize,
Without being criticized?
As he looks off at the distance,
His goals are seemingly within reach.
So he takes off,
He sprinted.
Funny because what he's after is really just a peach.
His footsteps repeatedly replicate.
His coordination? pristine.  
Faster and faster as he reciprocates,
Lifting one foot, he leaped for his cuisine.
The peach?
Cliffhanging by a swift stem awaiting its savior. But then the wind blew,
changing its behavior;
the peach now dangles eccentrically,
And the man you see...
He missed a few meters.
So he landed face first in the dirt
So forcefully
He slid into the tree.