Dreaming

I am always daydreaming. Living off my fake reality. All of a sudden real reality hits, and I realize maybe those thoughts, will always just be thoughts.

I once looked above to see what I couldn’t see

Went to the unknown to believe only what I knew was to be.

What more could I dream without hope of another dream?

 

I once heard the sky whispering me soft things

Making me hope one day maybe I’ll believe

But, what more could I dream without hope of another dream?

 

I’m ready now to stop living as a wishful being

I want to only believe what there is to believe

Now if only I could dream without the hope of another dream.