Reflections on my Foolishly Romantic Mind

You know you're daydreaming

When you wish to be the man

that risks all hell and earth

to save and win the girl of dreams.

But in all practicality,

when will such a thing occur?

When will a man such as I

be called upon to demonstrate such

Fortitude? Selflessness? Courage?

Perhaps it may, perhaps it might.

My reasons must not be right.

Women do not seek me as they do

The unattainable hero.

I am a real person with real traits.

I have no chance in fairy tale fantasies.

I don't suppose that I'm mysterious,

Intriguing, noticeable even.

I'm not invisible, but I'm not

the one standing at the front of the crowd.

Why do we do this?

Why do we fill our heads with

visions of glory, honor, and love?

Why do we have to be so

hopefully romantic?

The face. The eyes that are beautiful windows to the soul.

The gentle hair, flowing like water in a stream.

The heart-pounding smile that makes any man

float into the blissful sky.

Who wouldn't be hypnotized?

I do not belong there. I,

My place is here on the ground,

Not there in the sky.

The clay of me crumbles in dreams.

You know you're daydreaming

When you wish to be the man

that risks all hell and earth

to save and win the girl of dreams.