Dreamer

Dreamer

I'm a dreamer with a crippling sense of reality

A pendulum swinging between hope and dread

The sugar I consume goes all to my head

and power my thoughts as they run back and forth

from one side to the other extreme

I'm a dreamer with a crippling sense of reality

as though I dare to fly only while being shackled to the ground

I'm terribly shy even though no one's around

and my thoughts continue to run in circles

periodic waves of varying frequencies

I'm a dreamer with a crippling sense of reality

I can warp the facts to help me or harm me

I believe in predetermined fates and imaginary destiny

and my thoughts continue to go on and on

It's like I hit repeat-one on my player for this familiar song

I was just reading my new journal/diary. I only started it a while ago so it doesn't take much time to get through it at the moment. Maybe it's my vanity but I've written some great thoughts. I think it's a great start for a screenplay. Of course, it's not like I want my life out there in the ether but I think the read is interesting. It's artsy and not. Contemplative to an extreme. And it will go with me to my grave... or make me a star on Youtube. I dunno yet. Peace out.