I'm a dreamer,
All that I see is just so unreal,
All that I feel is nothing that I want,
All that I want seems to never work out,
All that I think of isn't so ideal,
Anything that's not ideal just can't be real for me.
There's a constant wheel in my head,
That spews endless thoughts all the best.
I can't seem to find what I need,
So instead I'm left to dream,
For all that I desire and all that is pleasure.
Dreaming keeps me sane but brings me deeper,
It helps me contain but helps me bottle.
I wish I spoke these ever so often thoughts,
I wish I had that nerve to say the thoughts that decay,
But unfortunate enough, I'm just a dream away.
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