Come out from Fantasia!

Come out! Come out! Come out from Fantasia!
And be done with your aphasia and soul aplasia;
Race toward truth and finally embrace reality!
Life is not a fairy tale, no one to bail you out . . .
See, your Prince Charming is only harming you
While you’re alarming yourself
Over pups ‘n cups and saucers!
And you whistle while you work
In thorns and thistles, do you?
And slaves used to sing to bring some comfort;
Do you really see any difference
If any real difference there be?
Come out! Come out from your fantasy land!
And band together with the warriors at hand
Who will attend you on your trek to honesty
And instruct you in the prosody of real reality
So you’ll finally be able to truly communicate
Without swallowing the bait of dwarfish lies
That fly from small children in men’s bodies!
Come out! Come out! Come out from Fantasia!
Come out! Come out and be free . . . at liberty!


17 thoughts on “Come out from Fantasia!

    1. This poem, like many of my poems, was inspired by personal experience. Sometimes I (and some family members and friends of mine) tend to “live” in a kind of Disney-type “reality” instead of facing real reality head-on. The poem certainly is not meant to imply that we shouldn’t have dreams … but living in a dream world can be, and often is, detrimental, especially if it involves (for example) fantastically covering over real problems in a terribly troubled relationship (which, again, is just one example.) Thank you for reading and thank you for your question! All the best to you w/blessings! 🙂

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