If fantasy were only for dreamers,
reality wouldn't send shivers down the spine
and considering our state of things...
one consolation remains: look back and smile!
Who hasn't heard of those simple times
when merry people drank, sang and danced...
carrying no worries or fears in their heads?
Haven't they wished to get back what they had?
If fantasy were only for dreamers who
invent a world that makes one see things hidden from sight:
how would lovers dream as poets do,
if no whispers were sent into the awesome Universe at night?
I live for one scope to discover, admire and create,
but they are others who don't see beauty in anything...
their mission is not to love, but to destroy and hate;
who would lead a shallow life without fantasy and feeling?