Future Fantasy

A boy lost in fantasy,

That is I.

What is reality,but an inverted thought

to a melancholy view.

The universe is calling,

for adventure and mayhem-so no more stalling.

But that is not all,

the passage of time flows,

and the thought is always of the future,

for adventure and mayhem and love-so no more stalling. 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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