MY FANTASY, MY FRIEND
Imagination is more important than knowledge; knowledge is limited but imagination encircles the world. If we can imagine it we can create it. I have always thought of a place where and when everything is perfect. Every day, life loses its worth. It can be rather wearing on the nerves causing the weak to find solace in the greenish field of the unknown life after departure. They had wondered why people who embarked on that journey never returned. Perhaps, the insatiable wants of humans have been remedied there. Hence, it could be a better place to be in rather than a life where they feel like a phantom in a night mare which the sleeper and stumbler fights with all his strength to destroy. How can such a satisfactory place be painted "frightful". The workload of life is undeserving. How ever, the life after could be worse. Presumably, people who went on that journey are unable to return because a greater force rendered them incapacitated, held them hostage and impede them from returning. Therefore, for the want of freedom, I do not want to be under captive. Life itself is captivity. In the bid to shade a light on the hope of my freedom. I found comfort in a never-never land. I close my eyes and get everything I wanted on a platter of gold. I found the rare freedom in my fantasy. Things I couldn't get, things I could be restricted from doing by my cultural, moral, social and religious laws, my fantasy gave me the freedom. Achievements that frustration and anguish could not let me garner. Abilities nature refused to give me, the love I couldn't receive from the world, I got them without hard work. I got them without toiling, cursing and forcing them to be mine. It offered them to me with just a snap of a finger. What more do I need? What more do I want? When I have everything that I can ask of.
My fantasy is my most perfect place to be in.
Therefore I wish to render a poem in courtesy of my fantasy.
Even while cogitating
On how to express how you have been my consolation.
You gave me the right words.
Someone like me would not have survived it
If I was created without you in me
My dispiriting soul would have lost hope.
When life comes with its oaf thorns
Piercing my soul
In order to make me choose whether to forfeit it or not.
I close my eyes and imagine myself happy
Not finding the thorn within my soul.
It feels great because I have a place to run to for freedom.
It feels awesome because I know somewhere that the thorn of life cannot penetrate.
When I run to you, I feel victorious
You embrace me with your arms and assure me that I'm safe.
With you, I live beyond fate.
Life gave me limitations
But you insist that I'm limitless.
People gave me laws to abide by.
They train me to obey the do's and don't's that guide them.
Some which its reason make no meaning.
Whilst, some are on the contrary.
But when I came to you,
I felt like a bird in the sky
That soar without hindrance.
Even the wicked life found out about this secret.
It becomes jealous
It tries all it can to give me less time to come to you.
It comes with many activities and its only aim is to stop me from you.
So naive was it, that it failed to realize that I carryout those activities with your help.
You're the middle man between life and death.
You avail me to opportunity to be rich and never wanting.
When I'm with you, my tears are those of joy
The incapabilities of nature towards me
Is been nullified
Because, when I run to you,
When I communicate with you,
I'm able to create more.
Oh! What a wonderful living being
The creator have made.
To ease me of my pain and anguish.
To give me a happier life.
You're an ice that cools my burning heart.
I find comfort in you when I'm face with life's storm..
You have always maintain a rapport with me.
Life gave me conditions of hard work, perseverance, confidence, consistency, focus and patience in order to succeed...
In order to attain the heights I aspire
However, I received no conditions from you
I go through no horrendous processes of life.
There will never be a consensus between you and reality....

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