Beyond Fantasy and Dream

The seeds of imagination, once planted in my mind, now grow a forest—trees with trunks stretching from earth to sky, like the Tower of Babel... yet these seeds rest unconfused in my spirit. Thoughts of greatness turn my dream into a rainbow— beautiful, colorful, and wonderful— a revelation that lifts me onto a well-decorated horse, strutting on a rug laid for royalty and majesty. Without doubt, the topmost chamber of success is my home— Un rêve qui bientôt deviendra vrai. Though the darkness is thick and light still feels like reverie, soon, my dream will rise and claim the day—like dawn’s first ray. Haters call it hallucination, a ghost that haunts my thoughts and steals my sleep. If only they could see the strength of my belief, they’d know its truth runs long and deep. Some say my dream is whimsy, but in their lifetime, they’ll come to see— nothing blocks a vision whose time has come to reap. None but I can halt this boulder rushing down the steep. Visualization of the dream may seem a mirage— a figment of fantasy, a vision envisioned as deception, dismissed as a pipe dream. But soon—very soon—its reality will adorn the sky. Written for the contest: Fantasy Sponsored by: Constance La France Contest Judged: June 26th, 2025 7:35:00 PM Placement: Third