Fantasy-Prone
Illicit thoughts, erotic dreams
Nothing is ever what it seems.
Sweet delusions, my illusions
Rids me of all life's confusion.
Drifting to another place
While my life becomes a waste
Addicted to the ecstasy-
The ecstasy of fantasy
Everything will always be-
Better when its fantasy
Everything will always feel-
Better than if it were real
Real life's a waste of time,
Live life within your mind.
Copyright © Andre Edmond | Year Posted 2008
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