Two Kinds of Fantasy
Two kinds of fantasy exist.
Both equally hard to resist.
The heart manipulates the first.
By delusion and dreams it's cursed.
Fueled by the exterior world,
At desire energy is hurled.
The second- just as dominant.
Thoughts thrive while actions lie dormant.
View the world the way it subsists.
Attraction simply dismissed.
Capable of but acceptance.
Can't enjoy thrill of ignorance.
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