The images and feelings are so real

The passionate moment that I did steal

From my hopes, dreams, and fantasies

So much more than just reveries.

In reality I know those things were never done

And I know the moment will never come

But I must grip tightly on to my fantasy

In order to maintain any sanity.

You may believe living off dreams is insane

But dreams distract me from my deepest pain

Allow me to accept that I will forever be

Covered with dust and cobwebs, and never free

My hunger forever untouched and denied

My sensuality forever destined to hide.