Into reality
Fancy words ended here
Where there’s no love or hate
Sense no doubt or fear
There new days wait
Fancy dreams don’t fly
Where the eyes break contact
Feel no chill or dry
There defeated by fact
Into reality walking
After the horse is dead
No use of keep on whipping
Move on and lift head
Into reality by tomorrow
After this one is written
No tear for joy or sorrow
Move on and be forgotten
