dream and fantasy
comes down to courage
if your heart never
threatened to kill you
with its own electrical pulse
as you stood on the cliff
wondering how your wings
would ever hold
and then jumped anyway
it never was a dream
but only a little opiation
to get you through your day
because if it isn't fantasy
it makes you pay
in the currency of adrenalin
so that you must match
a fear to overcome
for every ounce
it means to you
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