Evidently I am a dreamer

Coincidentally I have big dreams

I am alive through music and routines

I feel life through harmonies

and eight-count schemes

 

But I gallop poetically from every scene

Trotting in sequence with voices

Telling me I shouldn't dream

Repeating a chorus so distortedly

I escape to wooden floors

 

Mirrors and chaos interrupting the silence

It's an army of chants and stomps

Delivering me from myself, the defiance

I am my critic, I am my own scoundrel

 

Feeling the chords and ballads

I can hear myself yell it

I am a dreamer

I have big dreams

 

I'll give you my solo

And sing you my ballad

No matter what you call it

I am an artist