A Bit of Fantasy

It's thought quite excellent for humankind eyes closed, to pause and stretch the mind; The seahorse gambols off into the skies and disappears. The scholar sighs, then smiles, picks up his book and pen and turns to the mundane affairs of men, still wondering which moment is the wiser use of time. Ohho! I'll rove where unicorns will flash their horns, while jaded ones retreat to nurse their joints and corns, to dream of wonder sophistry may lack. It teaches me to prize the wisdom, the necessity of frequent visits back to childhood--there where chimera cavort, where monsters sport monstrosities and dragons spew their fire. There I may exercise my memory, homemade cape to take the air behind my head, while I upon my speeding bike again as Captain Braverider declare destruction to the dastardly who dare to venture from their evil den and flaunt their vile intent. I think we need it all, even the ridicule we may incur. We need, at times, a shaking of our pride of intellect, a rest, a relaxation from the pedestal of triumph that we leap upon, usually to assure ourselves that we are most important; we need to know how false that really is. I'll join the unicorns once more, rush through sandtraps on my bike, if only in my mind. I'll draw the lagline, risk again the marbles in my stash, look up with love to see that girl (my fourth-grade crush) pass by along the sidewalk--yes, it is the sustenance of manhood that I feed upon and cannot do without--nor can we all. Preserve the fantasy; hug it to your breast lest you then find yourself among the breathless ones on pedestals who closed their eyes to dreams. ~