Fighting to make fantasy real;
thou to escape-
one has to deal.
Pain consumes all that's within,
leaving no room for such things to begin.
Striving through life's continuous struggles;
baiting the mind-
the heart straight to trouble.
Anger invades, spreading beyond;
unable to grasp the fantasy's bond.
Weaning the mind back to reality;
breaking the dream-
the solace of time,
crying and begging;
Why is this heart mine?
Fighting to make real into fantasy;
thou to love-
one must feel,
the good and the bad;
all that is real.
