Fantasyland Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

No desire with a dream,
To want and wish.
Is no reason to find fault,
With another.
Who keeps that desire and wish,
To see a dream to want.
Until the reality of it happens.

"Well.
Some people grow too old.
Pursuing foolishness.
To sacrifice their youth.
Until no fun to them comes.
And I ain't the one,
To sit and allow that done.
What I want to get,
Will not be a waste of my time...
In fantasyland dreaming about it."

Everyone has their own priorities.
You have yours and I have mine.
Where are you going?

"Me?
I'm going to the amusement park.
At least there I'll be around folks,
Who know what fun is.
And not wasting their lives,
Deluding the seriousness about it.
Wishing for impossibilities to touch."