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It is all illusion;

a grand dream

a fantasy we invoke

in our minds

the crystallized water;

the fiery rainbow

and the grandeur of moonbeams

in warm Spring air—

all illusion, all fantasy

I prick my finger

and bleed a little

my pain and blood flows freely

to stain the glass

of this fantasy world

but that is never enough

It’s all my vivid imagination

The boy that never grew up;

A wondrous dream unforsaken

Lush forests with tall trees

Glorious roses and begonias

Blooming in the field

Graceful gazelles and the ever

Magnificent coyote in the desert

It is all illusion

But no—no longer—

I make it real!

I shall not let pass

this glorious opportunity

the tourniquet is tight

in the stranglehold on my brain

but wither not do I

in the face of overwhelming odds

I shall stare the demons

right in the eye

and make them back down

all the passion of the sun

and oceans and rainforests

shall not be but a dream

I make it real!

I do not let die

The sacred realm of innocence

in this god forsaken rat hole

of a society

we have created for ourselves

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