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
Copyright © Aaron Canzater | Year Posted 2011
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