A land of fantasy can be easily defined as anything material that comes from the collective hands of society. It is an abstract that one must adapt themselves to in both thinking and desire. The conduit to desire being an animal instinct to covet sustenance from a rival. Bared teeth. Snatch the food from his fangs.
I could cite a dream where you could mix the core visuals from the films South Pacific and Barry Lyndon and come up with an approximation of Walt Disney fantasy. Consider a ready made bluff by an old long abandoned house slathered over with greet concrete giving the impression of a bluff sequestered in a tiny bay. A colony of geriatric trailers parked on the other side of a parking lot from the central amusements centrally located. Mix and match as you please in your own dreams.
This house is a prison. And I’m its ‘fookin’ jailer! The outside world the foil and the others who populate it the fools by which I reasonably measure success. Those who pull the levers run for cover from the approaching light like lice. You pick them off one by one and flick them to their doom. Green stains notwithstanding being absented upon the ‘germ free’ shower walls. Where do you think that you are going with that? The whole thing is a festering crap pile that only fools would tolerate.
Who lives in the hollow walls of persistent memories? Tap, tap, tap! They are forever entombed, Places with doors you have passed by for evades but never entered. All the maidens you once knew are probably old hags by now? Life is not fair to you either. The overwhelming instant is forever lost with a moment’s hesitation. Who is the fool who thought that one up? A reasonable sense of ‘duck and cover’. To much concern over detail!
You are loaded for bare until you have come to your very last shot. That is an example of the perfect life. Everything out there but still meaningless to those who do not possess the key. That is why some call us free. How long is long? How long would you stay past your welcome? What would it take to get you to leave? This is an example of a single human life’s existence. This is where ‘I’ and ‘You’ meet ‘One’. How could it end any other way?
A staggered journey through the web of lies. Most wouldn’t know the truth if they sat on it. Let’s all be helpful after the fact. Nobody knows you better than those who have your mind’s best fantasy in the palm of their mitt. How do you right things when they’re wrong? The eternal question goes unspoken until it’s too late. The game my have played out. All these years wasted. Was it worth it? And “Yes, yes it was!“, you replied.