Spontaneous- a collection of poems

Life is a fantasy

Forever lost in dreams,

touching whatever gleams,

whatever is appealing to the eye.

For them,

Life is just another Fantasy,

waiting to be vanquished by the strength of reality

suspended in midair,

imagining things,

For them it's a flair;

their lives are just a fantasy.

They don't know where to go,

they walk steady and slow

Everybody's the same

they burn with the same flame.

In this land,

there are no heroes

but nobody loses.

All is fair,

All is wrong

meaning ceases to exist

with the sound of a gong.

Life is a mere fantasy,

maybe for all of us.