An original free verse poem composed in a stream-of-consciousness style of writing.
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Fantasy
a faraway, unfathomable dream, endless in
distant, clouded visions hoping to piece together
Fragments
of a past unsatisfied, longing to spontaneously
create realities of apparent glory, perceived prosperity
False
landscapes of ostensible fulfillment, imagining
ends unbeknownst to our inaction, trying to
Find
idyllic sceneries tucked away in lush facades, daydreaming
until night falls then dreaming some more without
Facing
the day itself, until time has stolen away, stealthily,
and tomorrow comes but one day it does not;
Forgetting
about the present in hopes for the future, mindless
in conceiving grand ambitions and noble motivations
Falling
short, failing to act, choosing to dwell on wistful memories,
wandering through paths of an unalterable past, picking apart with
Futility
every moment for mistakes, insecure and ashamed, plunging the
soul deep into oblivion… the past contorted in our imagination, the
Future
an escape, wishing for tides to turn in a stormy sea without
changing the sails ourselves, so we drown in our delusions;
Failing
to realize that only the present exists, this very moment, nothing else:
the past is simply a tale of accepted human imagination, the future a
Fabled
web of uncertainty spun not from the threads of fate but from
conscious intent enacted presently, yet right now passes much
Faster
than we realize and never comes back, swept away instantly, and
again and again, so make much of the present moment before it
Fades
into the past and today becomes yesterday, tomorrow does too—
before that dreamt “one day” may never come true.
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