Do we daydream to see
Or do we sleep just to dream?
My brain can not decipher the two
But my being says just sway to the tune.
Is the joke inside the story books
Or in the choruses of all these sad songs?
If life was merely once upon a time,
I could make everything I wanted only mine.
But maybe I’m skimping on the most important things.
The dream I once had is now in front of me
And this time, I must set myself free.