fantasy upon fantasy
dreams upon dreams
intentions upon intentions
and then crown dem all with procastination
drown them in hesitation
till intentions go stale
fantasies appear naive
and dreams are nothing but mere dark sours
lingering in the mind
that drill deeper in the night
burn hotter in sleep
creep into reality
through the pores it crawls
manifests and materialise
And evolves into an entity
no longer a conceptual construct.
