FANSTASY!

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Fantasy!

Fantasy is like dreaming with your eyes wide open and 100% fully aware of your immediate surroundings.

You notice everyone, but don't truly see them. You hear all these voices like the four winds all going at once in four directions.

Hey, why does it feel like I am standing stuck in the middle of the crossroads?

Why are all these people ignoring my presence as if I were invisible like a ghostly figure?

Wow! Clouds are flying lower than usual today, I can even touch them with my hand! What a day—I want to ride the clouds.

Fantasy is the only thing left next to reality when all hope is gone.

This is my one last spare parachute to break my fall when my castle in the sky comes crashing down!

Oh kid, did I tell you that when my heart and soul are in this undetectable mode, nobody can hear my screams during my free fall?

Fantasy. A benefit of this habitat is that you can always regain your footing, no matter how often you fall.

Did you know that fantasy is the real mother of invention? Need gave rise to sitting back and dreaming about the impossible!

Fantasy is the true reliable human Artificial intelligence. If I can imagine it, I can see it.

You see me walking on the streets and your mind goes, “What a lonely guy!”

Hello. I dare you to take another look! This man is not walking alone as you supposed. My thoughts are all around.

Fantasy. What is on your mind now Sydney?

How I wish I could give you the microscope of my eyes and let you read my thoughts but man.

Even granted that, you would still not be able to interpret my fantasies.

You see, my thoughts are like the scattered words of the unsolved word puzzle. I must unscramble all these words for me to live in them!

When I was a kid, my little world was just a breath away, I could feel it with every beat of my heart: see, touch, and embrace it like a friend always waiting on me.

Reality was evident in all that I observed, systematically perceived and processed as my heightened physiological responses became apparent. How time flies!

People, like the seasons of the year; they come and go as the changing weather. At least, I can count on the seasons for a guaranteed repeat once each year.

But people, relocate into oblivion even though living only two blocks from your door; what can this man do? I would rather be chasing the wind than to waste my precious time tracking obnoxious oxymorons!

Fantasy consistently accompanies me wherever I am, providing familiarity that contrasts with the unpredictable nature of the world.

Like the eagle in the skies, I keep searching for the quickest possible kill to sustain my gravity in this dizzy world. I cannot imagine my life as an ant trying to make a living in a busy street constantly thumped by a million footsteps!

Fantasy is my invisible world within this unforgiving universe of the survival of the fittest. I am safely locked inside this impenetrable capsule flying above all storms and surviving every type of weather; wherever and whenever.

I believe this is the reason God, after introducing us into this world, leaves us alone with our thoughts and imaginations to create our unique navigating path in these already congested skylines.

Finding my workaround and established milky way complete with all escape routes necessary for my survival exit into safety when danger knocks on my doors!

Fantasy shields and covers, making me almost invincible to all the fiery darts aimed to down my dreams and render me paralyzed, muted and immobilized into self-defeat.

Fantasy, like my cold hands inside the warm gloves, it helps me to navigate and keep on gliding amid all the stresses, failures and allure to supersede all my missteps.

Wow! Did this guy really come out of this incredible wreckage in one piece? People around could not believe their eyes.

Meanwhile, Fantasy says, “Don’t worry mate, I got you covered!”


Fantastically Written By: Sydney Pikelela Gutyungwa
© August 11th, 2025
Featured Title Song: At Last
From The Title Album: At Last
Smooth Jazz Artist: Ronny Jordan
© 2003

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