Mere Fantasy

Oh, how could I be so foolish,
As to take a mere fantasy
And envision it to be real?
Oh, how could I be so daft
As to believe things actually are
When they never will be?
Impatience takes over me
The longer I wait for thee.
Then reality gives me a stingy bite.
Ouch! That hurt!
Can I? Should I?
Entrust thee with my dream?
Believe that perhaps
Fantasy may stand its chance?
Or should I reluctantly
Embrace this cruel, cold-blooded
Tormenting truth,
That fantasies
Are just mere fantasies?