Poetry; Childish Fantasies by Faruq Alli

In this realm of childish fantasies
we fool ourselves with treasure maps
ships and golden compasses
our true purpose and aims long forgotten
our ethics and morals dead and rotten
our very own destruction
is but our own imagination

if only we could again be conscious
and leave this dream state where all is dubious
for every goal gotten
another is forgotten
but somewhere deep down lies the truth we all wish found

Faruq Alli