my prize is buttered toast with sugar sprinkled on top

I was recently going through some stuff i wrote quite awhile back. Here's something I felt was a bit corny but apt...

who said that life is fair?
who said that things work out in the end?

happy endings are just for story books
and just for fantasy.

to dreamers, happy endings are all they need.
a desire that needs to be, not only satisfied
but gratified.
to dreamers, the journey is half their prize
it is half their dream
making their happy ending all the more sweeter.
their little piece of heaven
like buttered toast with sugar sprinkled on top.

i am unlike them.
i am not a dreamer.
i do not have any buttered toast
much less sugar.
i am merely content.
a predicament, I cannot change.
Or won’t.

who said that life is fair?
who said that things work out in the end?

i can’t have you.