Dreamer
When I go to sleep its like i enter this world
This world with no limits, no laws
just me and my imagination making all the calls.
I dont really enter, I escape to
because in reality I am afraid to
Abide, patiently yet mistakingly for my dreams to coincide
with this harsh thing called life in which I am along for the ride.
but in this world, in this state of withdrawel
I am the driver
speeding from my lowest lows to my highest highs
down the streets of liberation
plotting to monopolize.
I ask though, not to categorize me as selfish
only empathize with growing up hopeless.
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