| I see the colors swirling like a tornado before my eyes, |
| I feel the chill of snow on the breeze |
| combing through my hair like the affectionate hands of a skeleton |
| but I begrudge it not, its cooling is soothing |
| its fingers are filled with affection, |
| and I have nothing better to look forward to anyway. |
|
| I close my eyes, I breathe the crisp autumn air. |
| I fantasize, back to future days- |
| days when I am or was with you. |
| The lines between reality and fantasy blur again |
| but I don't care, because my fantasies are real |
| they might not be real to you but they're real to me |
| so they're still real, and that's all that matters |
| and I'm happy in them |
| so call me crazy if you will, |
| but let me live in my fantasies forever. |
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