Fantasy

You paint a pretty picture It looks so very grand Nothing about it is real It is about a fantasy land The trees are made of cobwebs Their essence is not real The flowers are so brilliant They make you almost reel People are not laughing Their faces are so sad You know that feelings are missing Something they never had Why paint the world in fantasy? And not make the things clear Is life so terrible for you? That you really can not feel Come and learn to live for now As we teach you to have fun Then you will see life differently A real world to be won