Am I a dreamer
Grasping at something that could never be
Do I wish instead of see
Living with my head in the clouds
Existing in my imagination instead of behind the crowd
Should I have a more realistic outlook
Am I avoiding reality, tucked in my own nook
Am I delusional
Or does the world need more of me
Breaking the possibilities
The status quo
Diving deeply below
Once an orphan
Poor white trash
Abandoned with little hope
Was I in denial
Or did I refuse to mope
Clinging to my dreams instead
Preferring my vision over the dread
Am I a dreamer
Or can I see another way
Viewing the bright side over the dark
Following the voice inside
My fire, my spark
Noticing the rainbow instead of the storm
Wishing for more and breaking the norm
The rules so many chose to follow
Going deep, refusing to be shallow
Appreciating the pause instead of seeing a break
Ignoring my passion is what causes me to ache
I would rather shoot for the stars and miss
Then shoot for mediocre, landing in the abyss
Will I ever become what I set out to
Will I ever accomplish what I wish to
I don't know
That remains to be seen
Maybe a reality or maybe a smoke screen
But a choice to continue to dream
A beauty I prefer to live within
An urge ignited in me to strive to
I will live my life seeing as I do
For it is to myself I am being true
Wishing, dreaming, seeing a different way to be
With rose colored glasses is how I prefer to see
