Reality

Reality is too maturing for the inner child, and it jars open the gates of fantasy and steals its essence.
It is the savior of mankind when we become slaves to our dreams.
Yet it is the enemy progress's first seed.
Reality, why dost thou set flames to my imagination,
Yet being a good friend shakes me into focus.
For as long as humanity stands,
You shall forever be the background of our stability.
Thank you reality for doing what I couldn't,
You are brave and strong, and hopeless.
Like we are your spawns and you are satan.
Yet you don't cause as much damage.