Fantasy

And I leave to dream of a place where your face is not sought out

but rather everywhere I look

easily in reach.

I go to dream of a place that does not exist.

Looking forward to a day that lives in my mind

pretending that it it tomorrow.

Will you ever guess.

Will you ever know that, yes, it is you I am thinking about.

Will I ever get the chance to tell you.

My soul hurts to think of a world want of you

and so my mind tricks me

and for a few hours I lie in peace.

Your face haunting my thoughts.