"Life is nothing without imagination because then all that's left is the cruel reality."- Constino.
I made a search for the perfect world.
Thus my journey ends beyond the glade.
It's where I can forget mistakes I've made.
Past times shall last and the sorrows fade.
You don't work so hard but are ever fed.
If you want to fly, you just close your eyes.
It's only truth you hear, there's no lies.
From east to west through north and south.
There's fields of flowers, could make a million wreaths.
And you shall not tire, will not need the rest.
Sparkling rubies & pearls, for you, only the best.
I touched the dragon's snort, stroked his scaly belly.
Oh how he didn't mind, he got angry barely!
I made a search for a perfect friend.
Thus my journey ends beyond the boiling seas.
Where the prey are free, the hunters kind.
The heavenly sacks are filled with manna.
It is never cold or wet, it's always summer.
The clouds are beds for the world to slumber.
But still, there's no human that is perfect.
That bends to your every whim, that's a puppet.
Oh I'm grateful for my journey's end.
I had no questions but found an answer.
Two is company, three is Gemini and a cancer.
I guess you could just be my imperfect friend.
I only ask that you hold on tight, till the end.
Hey! There are many ways I write my poems sometimes starting with a heading and ending up with the content. While other times I just scribble down a few words and then come up with a title later. Which ever method I use, it's really hard to determine how a poem is going to end. I guess that's why the word fantasy is not mentioned in the body of this poem;) Thanks for your time, have a great day.
-Constino
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PoetryLife is a mountain, it's a fountain, it is a sea. Though we can't live it to the fullest, it goes on after we're gone, it goes on forever more. Life never ends.
