FANTASY -Poetry

It has been many and many times when,

In my mind, only for me to see,

A wondrous dream visits me again

By the name of fantasy.

And this illusion lives with no other reason,

Then to drive me wild crazy.

Now I want things out of season,

Making my moment feel hazy.

But I dream with a hope that is more than longing—

I want everything now—

Without purpose, without belonging.

To my yearnings, I must bow.

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Fantasy

by Stephanie Daich