Realistic Fantasies

Isn’t it astonishing that we breathe 
the same air as those whose reality 
is our fantasy; whose world is alien 
enough to be a separate planet.

Somewhere someone just got a 
phone call that made them drop 
down on their knees and thank God 
for their cup, which has runneth over.

Somewhere else someone just got a 
phone call that made them drop down 
on their knees and beg God to spare 
them from this cup of suffering.

That sky you gape at when the 
sun shines is the same one I 
mourn for when the rain pours.

Our bank accounts may say 
we’re different species, but our 
hearts understand each other 
quite clear.

I’m sure since you still follow 
yours, you would agree that its 
the best compass for leading 
a life of happiness.