There are things that only exist in fantasy,
Love is one, touch is another,
Happiness a never worn suit,
Worn threads from not touching each other.
How can you buy in when no one ever concerns,
Do for you, you give me previously stock recorded,
Silent travesty as you burn dimmer,
Yet liars say we all will be rewarded.
There are phrases that exist only in dreams,
An invitation, some sweet lift off from praise,
No one cares to fix broken bows of other ships,
Even when they from the depths you did raise.