Fantasy

History is fiction.

Reality is cruel.

Fantasies are torture.

We fill our heads
with fairytales
and happily ever afters
that we foolishly believe
will one day be ours.

We refuse to learn
from past mistakes.
And then turn away from reality
in favor of blissful dreams.

We're teasing ourselves.
Really, we are.
With ideas that
we deserve a hero:

Someone chilvalrous,
pure of heart,
with undying loyalty
and unfailing love.

Because even as we
naively, childishly, hoplessly
dream of these things,
in the back of our minds
the fact remains:

We always have to wake up.

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SG.