There is a meaning to both...
A man's fantasy and his goals of reality
For his reality is merely,
his watered down fantasy
And a fantasy is simply,
his desires and imagination blended in ecstacy
But alas, what would it be
If the fantasy were a hair's breadth away
Or so his mind did see
Would his reality then hold any sway?
I say, nay scream it wouldn't
For I know it wouldn't
And I know what would,
A strange haze that covers everything
A kind of shady backdrop
Whether there be rain or sun or spring or wind in your life's reality
There would always be this haze
To dull every sight and smell, every touch and feeling
Until one day it blots out all there is and is to be.
©shadownik
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