Isn't it fantastic,
What fantasies are made of?
Where the mind might wander
And lurk without discretion.

Fantastic flight of fancy,
We fancy to be reality.
but fantasies sit awkwardly in the real world.
Not quite fitting right.

The corners dig and poke at life.
Fantasy insisting on what isn't practical.
Fantasy requires; more time, more money, less commitment.
conflicting needs that can't work.

Reality insists on choices.
You can't work less and have more money.
You can't love two men
And have everyone happy.

Reality rubs at the sharp edges of fantasy.
Wearing it down with compromise
To fit into reality.
But the mind is limitless, able to conceive the fantastic.

Wouldn't it be fantastic?
Wouldn't it just.