FANTASIES

FANTASIES It’s said that fantasies are not real But will reflect how you may feel One more memory each can steal Causing emotion to well up inside Even when you’d prefer they hide It is what happens if you speculate Even fantasies are deeply personal A funeral mourner, hearse and all When one will become emotional Thinking of death but staying alive It is a difficult balance to contrive Relief when it can finally dissipate Fantasies excite, but can also scare Yet I have none as far as I’m aware But if I had, then I would not share Some secrets should never be told But quite possible they may unfold So I will just leave you to anticipate