Is It a Fantasy
I am going to write a poem about what do you call it
What do you call it when it's just a fantasy
and you will soon wake up
Not knowing
What do you call it when all you know is what you see
Reality?
What do you call it when tomorrow never comes when you call it
It's when it's ready
What do you call it when all you want is one thing
and you don't even know it
Hmm?
That thing may never come
What do you call it when you see it today but gone tomorrow?
What do you call it when tomorrow never comes only today?
What do you see when you see it in me?
Not some two by two or four by four I hope
But I do hope you see
I am not a creature of habits
Don't come here often
Don't want it often
Don't last too long
Don't want it too long
What am I talking about?
Who knows and who cares?
I just talk
But I hope you get it
Because in these riddles you will find life
- yours
It's not a fantasy
It's yours if you know it
I talk too much already
Solve it
Copyright © Toquyen Harrell | Year Posted 2015
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