These Times Try Us All - poems

Alone

1-7-15
Lost in a land of fantasy, breathtaking and imaginary, I dream of living, breathing, seeing, the world as I need, mine is not for me, I wander through the real-life endless days, stuck in my head all the way, I want things I cannot have, I dream of things and its rather sad, because I'll never have, I'll never have you on my arm, your voice as my charm, I'll never have real friends or lots of money, I'll never be pretty or really funny, I'll never be smart and have talent, what do I have that is prevalent? Nothing, nothing, it all dwindles to nothing, at the end of the day I should be running, running from my life, I wouldn't think twice, yet that is another image in my head, that won't go away to bed, my head never sleeps, and my heart leaps, at the dream of everything that I want to be, and see, and take fresh air of happiness as I breathe