Who needs real life, when we have all of this?
There is no “we”, of course, there’s just my mind;
Imagining a sunset, and a kiss,
And someone real, who could be wined and dined –

Imagination’s good – so I was told –
When I was three and four and five and six…
That’s not some bill of goods they lightly sold;
For loneliness, it is the only fix

So I’m not lonely. There is you and me –
And dinner by the sweeping sunset sea —
And love as it was ever meant to be. –
Who needs real life, when you have
Fantasy?