Sometimes when I’m dreaming,
I’m convinced it must be real…
And sometimes in my waking life
I disbelieve with zeal!
The visions that my eyes behold,
Are sometimes rather shocking,
But other times they come and go,
So mundanely; almost mocking...
With divergent thoughts: about myself;
The world around me;
I spend my time discussing
Each unruly fantasy...
For you see, I floundered,
In the folly of my youth;
But perhaps someday, I’ll find my feet,
And the world will know my truth…