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