When it comes to love I no longer fantasize,
Too many beautiful illusions shattered in lies,
Or pretty pictures painted, look but do not touch,
See but do not feel, distance from the real, the only deal.
No point in wishful desiring, it’s only conspiring,
To set my heart up to feel lack, to look forward or back,
Not just to be,
as I am, content in the comfort of what now can provide for me.
I may glance at possibilities, lose myself in a moment,
Let my imagination run wild and free,
But grounded back down,
I’m just here in this town,
Making the best of my present truth, I’m on track,
Not hurting in thoughts of what my mind can perceive me to lack.