Taste Of A Dream

The taste of a dream is as sweet as can be...
Without having to feel, smell, hear, or see...
I'm always satisfied by fantasy's lovely nectar...
Hunger flees in cowardice from my feast of a lecture...
I sip a deep thought, or bite into a daydream...
And that alone eliminates the thirst that the day brings...
Delicious invisible delectables, on unsightly platters...
I just stuff my face with thought like nothing else matters...
When I give my taste buds a rest, and pause from eating...
Then my stomach growls, hungering for some thinking...
As if they grew on trees, theses fruits of thoughts come naturally...
Devouring in plain sight, even in public, so casually...

I'm a sucker for the sugar-coated doses of fantasy...

But I bet they'd taste even better in reality...

-Double-@