The Fear of Fantarsy

I'm afraid of my dreams Because it doesn't keep my good spirit clean I long for passionate and unholy affairs But my eyes aren't strong To withstand those devilish stares Close encounters of the close and affectionate Imaginative with the stroke of compassion Feelings ignored to strike with loneliness Destroyed hope is all there is for me to cope Destiny maligned with no route to show No fortune cookies to taste No pot of gold, no rainbows Let all the good fruit go to waste Because the fear of fantasy Keeps my mind from extracting What the heart is constantly lacking A casual sense of sensual intense So much for self confidence It died when my esteem Said no to the love conference I'm negative with the irregularities Because I need the clout To maintain the clarity Moments of fear Bring clearance to the ear Coherence to the rear Has strong influence on the ten senses that appear Sight, Sound, Smell, Hear, Taste Doubled when fantasizing On the paths that I continue allow to go waste Why can't things get better I take dreams second by second, and letter by letter Where does the fear come from? Why does it exist? I will never sleep Until I completely understand that horrifying gist