Fantasy
somehow caught between the lines
of fantasy and of fact
a mind that wanders aimlessly
or has seriously gone off track
these shards of recognition
from these dreams that I replay
the angles blurred and twisted
still I long for the end of day
in fantasy you wait for me
your strong arms opened wide
a love that I can cling to
a place for me to hide
but dreams have a way of ending
when the sun rises in the east
and fantasy fades to memory
as the day encroaches on me
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