Our old Fantasies

The dangers of leaving the past.

When reality surpasses fantasy is when the dreaming stops

When the mystic wonders of our past waft away 

When the realization that earth turns slowly 

but life keeps on winding itself up over again and again 

When the wishing for a new day

 doesn't bring  hope anymore only poison

The day when growing up is the only option 

Reviews

[Cameron Archer]

I really like this poem. It reminds me that the creative adult, the one who doesnt forget his 'Old Fantasies', is the child that survived.