Fantasy 

Drifting, a leech to fantasy

Like a kite, beholden to a string

And the wind, like a treasure chest unattainable

There, in your chestnut hair lies

A mind awake

In your body

A soul ablaze

In your amber eyes,

A light celestial

I want to share this light

But your mind does not think of me

Your soul does not burn with mine

Your eyes do not reflect the same light

You, like the wind

A treasure chest unattainable

My heart, like a kite beholden to a string

My mind drifting, a leech to fantasy

Survival a necessary evil