Fantasies
I was thinking in discontent, of the many fantasies that have danced through my head,
unable to fathom the means by which to brush reality, or to even consider it for
that matter.
Then I wondered, do I torment myself with these thoughts? Do I tie my happiness to
a dream that is just that, a dream?
Or maybe, my efforts are too weak to guide them into being.
Perhaps, fantasies are like tomorrows: once you reach them, they are no more. . . . .
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