April 20, 2011
By , In the land of milk and honey, United States
Fantasy is a utopia
A thin line between my inner self and the outside world

You ask why I stare into space,
And as this query slides off your tongue and past your lips
I hear you, but I am not listening

At this moment in time I am captivated
By the mental reels of what my life should be
How it could be
What it would be
If it wasn't just a dream

You ask me again
Thirsty for insight of my thoughts
And I answer...
"Just a fantasy"

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