Story's end

I was wondering if your adventures
are as grand as you make them seem,
or if that is only a wish of mine,
a hope, a naive dream.
So what would make you say these things,
if only for my sake-
or could it be that you are not real,
a friend I had to make?
The fated words you tell to me
are nothing if not aglow,
and yet, somehow,
I still feel that I have been left below.
So when the story's end has come,
and time has left you deaf and dumb,
remember as I call thee hence
that your "self" is your best defense
and when the sky falls,
do not cry,
For imagination
never dies.