Fantasy: By: His Grayness

Dear fantasy I do love you so
But you never pay the bills
In fact you're quite the opposite
You always want the frills

I love you for you carry me
To places in my mind
Where secret thoughts and treasures
My logic would not find

You never care what time it is
For time is not your friend
You need to have control of me
Till your passion finds its end

Your world is made of maybes
Hard reason has no rank
You say such painful energies
Belong in a "think tank"

But fantasy is freedom
To create a place surreal
Like a garden of orange apples
That you never have to peel


Or growing mashed potatoes
That never needs any soil
Just put your eyes in water
And bring them to a boil

You could never be a conductor
On a train or sweet ballet
For you haven't any disciplines
And all things to you are gray

So that is why I love you so
As black and white won't do
For gray creates my fantasies
And poems make them true