Times are hard for dreamers.
In our dreams we see
A world so bright,
That when we open our eyes
We are consumed by the night.
The stars are brighter
In our made up worlds
So they seem to fizzle out
When we exit them.
And we aren't quite familiar
With the line between
Our imaginations and reality.
We'd rather pretend
That the songs we hear
In our pretend lives
Are the real ones.
And the songs about
Love gone wrong
Are the ones past the line.
We tell ourselves lies -
Beautiful lies, but still lies -
And end up convincing
Ourselves of their authenticity.
Could it be that we are shackled
By the expectations and thoughts
We conjure up in our dreams?
How could that be,
When us dreamers
Feel so free?
And everyone tells us we're crazy
For imagining light in the dark,
For imagining stars in the sky.
But the worlds we see
Are so much more beautiful
That everyone else is crazy
To not want to see it.
Then again, the reason we dream
Is so that we don't have to face
The world when our eyes are open.
We spend so much time
In our dreams,
In an imaginary world.
Too much time
That it can't possibly be healthy.
But can you blame us?
Times are hard for dreamers.
It's not good to live in dreams
And forget to live life,
But life is better
In dreams.
A.N. WOW I was dead for a looonnnggg time.