Fantasy

A million shining pieces of my shattered, broken mind
Are sharp and shard-like piercing into my fragile bind
Hopes and dreams lie scattered, strewn upon the floor
Slipping through my fingers when I try to hold them more

Here we are here we stand
Clinging to fantasy
Look over the horizon at the ever nearing sea
They can catch me hold me chain me
Kill and rape and tear and maim me
They won’t steal my fantasy

I’ve been standing here forever on the border of denial
Warding off their questions with a tired, faltering smile
I sing in self-condolence of other worlds that for me pray
But my shell is slowly chipping with each untruth that I say

Here we are here we stand
Clinging to fantasy
Look over the horizon at the ever nearing sea
They can catch me hold me chain me
Kill and rape and tear and maim me
They won’t steal my fantasy…