love was a fantasy
when i first awoke
in a blur of
subconcious dreams
the field of vision
was poor indeed

love has been a fantasy
wandering through the trees
that surround me on all sides
the rough bark
that scratches
my soul

my fantasy is love
and i dont believe
in it
although
she declares it
reality

love is a fantasy
reality a vision
for the mad
for the lonely
for the injured

cinderella
comes alive
and i clutch
the unbelievable