Future Fantasy
A boy lost in fantasy,
That is I.
What is reality,but an inverted thought
to a melancholy view.
The universe is calling,
for adventure and mayhem-so no more stalling.
But that is not all,
the passage of time flows,
and the thought is always of the future,
for adventure and mayhem and love-so no more stalling.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world