Reality's Fantastic Fantasy
On the brink of reality I feel the slivers shatter in my brain
Pushing off the taste of nearness to the here and now
waiting so long to find the nectar that is my reality
once more turns into my fantasy which I cannot stop
It pulls at me like a physical presence, gnawing at me
and chases away everything I'd managed to save
I feel that I will succumb to it's flavour over and over
and once I forget how to ride reality's waves
I will become only a figment of my fantasy forever