In a world all our own
We ponder unknown things
Far above what was sown
We pull on the strings
Of fantasy and reality
To make ourselves kings
Until something breaks our vanity
A revelation appears
To shake our insanity
For delusion is our fuel
To escape from our fate
And when reality is cruel
We realize we are too late
Our lives were decided
On a long gone date
And for dreams we are chided
By truths awful hate
That my fantasies were the only thing left
And I lied:
About qualities of which I am bereft
And when the illusion died
I realized the theft