Undying Fantasy
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Crowds swell, bodies press
There is no escape
I receive no rest
How did I get here,
What made me come?
But then, in a moment,
A quiet word is said
A small gesture, sure.
But it fills my head.
My mind regains focus.
My blood pressure slows,
He's just one person
But he combats all my foes.
We talk of the latest victory,
The enemy's great disgrace.
And a friendship is born
In fantasy's undying embrace.
It may seem small,
This gesture of friendship,
But it is worth the world
When a soul's about to rip.
Days later,
Music's all that's calm.
And writing is the soul’s
Soft solace and tender balm
The company of the paper,
The thoughts of my mind,
They find a home together,
It takes but some time.
And then a world is born
In the fabric of the night.
The characters assemble
In imagination’s light.
In the moments where
Reality breaks
Imagination
Rises all the stakes.
And then the world,
That is not real,
Becomes better
Than my own deal.
So I fall asleep,
And smile at the dreams,
With weeping willows
And clearest streams.
And then the world, at once, is well
As another day has gone.
Tomorrow, another story we’ll tell.