Real Fantasy
The backdrop of a fantasy is the knowledge that it won’t come true.
The freedom of the expression is that this won’t work for you.
So each milestone that you reach becomes a singular fact.
But if plotted on a mathematician’s grid – would, hence, become your map.
We are what we choose to be,
If winged, we truly fly
The mark of something grounded is moribund – which means that it shall die
To float above it all invokes a bit of conscious spirit.
The catch becomes an inclination of if you choose to hear it.
Soundless encouragement carried forth by limbs moving onward
The breaths expelled from a heaving chest impetuously push one forward
Duties lie that magnify the urgency of ‘seek’.
Follow along the beaten path to break free of mystique
…this conqueror of fears,
for troubled hearts more weary,
find platitudes of strength defined by simply ‘acting’ cheery
And a smile stopped the stranger with an answer to one’s plight
For he responded to the spark created by your light
Shine radiance always in the moments of your day
For even if you at first do not feel it – oftentimes it leads the way
Nothing is impossible, just a condition of how one thinks
Metaphorically, you can be a bridge that provides a missing link
You can be a millionaire if you try hard and pursue
You could meet the one of your dreams today if you wake up to what’s for you
You could find Nirvana by gazing out onto the sea.
Or…you could simply redefine you fantasy’s reality.
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