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My fantasy


Are you to make do with what's given

or rather make something out of nothing

we can never change the world into heaven

and things can never be perfect going

Thats reality, we face it we make do of it

but why should we? Others say why not

in every reality we have a fantasy

a dream we would like to achieve 

You all may think that fantasy is just a dream

but a dream was made for a reason

a reason to come true and a reason to live

reality is what given is it not

fantasy is what we make from reality.

 

dont limit yourself to the facts

dont limit yourself at all

except for drugs and all

alwats be in contact

to what's impossible 

and make it possible.

 

After all we were made for a reason

we were made to make things 

not to wait for them to come

you create what you want

you have a choice

its your life.

 

Turn your reality into a fantasy 

and create your fantasy in your reality.

 

~S.B.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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