Reality

Cold, Cruel, Forever

Fantasy

Warm, Welcoming, Fleeting

While fighting the dragons of reality,

I often wish I could escape to fantasy

To fight the dragons inside myself

Reality drives to destroy

Dreams

Happiness

Sanity

Fantasy soars to save

Reality is always there

A shadow you can't escape

While my invisibility spell is strong

It can’t hide me from my own shadow

While a fire sword cuts down foes

It can’t slice through the barriers of

Time and Space

While four wheels and a combustion engine can take one far

A flying carpet can go further

While reality restricts you to one life

In Fantasy, that’s not always the case

In Fantasy, you’re free

There’s nobody there to hold your hand

There’s nobody there pushing you in one direction

There’s nobody there forcing you to choose a path

In Fantasy, there are no paths

No roads

No trails

Only emptiness for you to fill with your own creativity and

Imagination

In reality, you’re restricted

Guided

Forced down a path

Sure you can choose but

Is it really choosing if the path is already made?

In Fantasy, we make our own

We pave our own roads

We build our own cities

We fight our own demons

But even with all the greatness

Fantasy will never be reality