Fantasy

It's hard to live a life of fantasy--

The one full of happiness, joy and harmony,

I'd rather take the problematic world or reality--

Than to ride on fantasy and accept things blindly.


Yes this world is full of chaos and sadness,

Made up of anguish, pain and circumstances,

In this world, perfection is never shown,

But to think, it's better than fantasy where lies are pro.


What's with promises without a word of truth?

What is perfection when all you can hear are lies?

What's with beauty when all you can hear are tears?

And what is fantasy, when it could never show something real?


I'm tired of waiting for you to make it clear,

You always seem far but the fact is you're just near,

It's hard to keep on fighting for someone you cant feel

Oh fantasy, I'm leaving, It's time to make it real.