You came to me
In my realm of slumber

You light up my life
You make me happy
You make me feel needed
You make me feel appreciated
But you never stay

Dusk came by
You went away

I open my eyes
I no longer see you
What I see is reality

Fantasy
Is what I call you
Some might call you dreams
But I call you fantasy

Dreams are hopes
My past
My future

But you
You're fantasy

Fantasy can be created
Fantasy can be imagine

Fantasy is imagination
Fantasy wakes the child in me
Fantasy wakes my youth ness

Those who have no fantasy
Live in a dull life
Those who have fantasy
Have an interesting story
To be tell to everyone

Can you imagine
Life without fantasy

Izyan Syazwani Mohamad
18th September 2002