Was he fantasying himself to get the right woman?
He did wish to get his fantasy to become real,
But why wouldn’t he try to find her in his reality?
He liked the feeling that he imagined of her,
He liked it so much than one ever know or imagine.
Sometimes he went out to look for her but never find one.
Sometimes he thoughts that she never appears,
But why, thoughts himself, such a fantasy, such a dream.
Look, look, and look, said a saying, oh, avoid the riddle,
That was how it was, yeah, the world was not perfect,
But he found her like a lily found a bee.
© Ismael Mansoor