Distant Fantasies

Airy footsteps of a young child
Tip tap tippidy top too teet
The xylophone and harp in perfect harmony
Tiny prints upon the white crystals
Disappears as quickly as the child skips by

The epitome of serenity, beauty, bliss
Draws upon a familiar nostalgia
The flute so delicately blown portrays
Child carelessness, wishful hopefulness
Frolicking about in the game of life, reality or fantasy

Gradually the steps grow heavier and more pronounced
The sound of each step grows louder and faster
Skipping, jogging, running
Dum, doom, dum dideedum, doom dudum
As the drums follow in step

The adrenaline multiplied throughout the body
Adventure in the search for independence
But with freedom comes responsibility
Trumpets ablaze, pride and honor at stake
It boils down to the fight for your principles

Fantasies of youth seemed so long ago
With the burden of age, power,and wisdom
The cello touches your sacred core
The ability to do something becomes the pressure
Building up until it explodes from inside

All emotions smashed into one moment
One moment that determines your existence
Cymbals clash, drums gong, time to choose
The fallen hero or the victorious savior

Choose wisely for it IS your final fantasy.