Life is so hard,
The challenges we face,
I see yours, mine a everyone's in between,
Why do we suffer so?
And we escape and run from the pain.
The vices we use,
Who can blame us?
And the easiest to turn to,
Is my imagination,
It runs wild to far off places,
Finding adventure I may never know,
And love I may never find,
And sex so intimate it cannot be described,
So is the dream a gift or a curse?
A sign of life or a way to live while dead?
Dreams and fantasies.
Those wickedly cool, sensationally fabulous, dreams and fantasies.