Dreamer

I am without a doubt a hardcore dreamer

I won’t smear the truth with sparkles

I sit each day in front of frosty white windows

Dreaming of adventures and happy endings

I want my world to be filled with

Indian Elephants and Siberian Tigers

I want my atmosphere to be crammed with

Hot air balloons and Monarch Butterflies

I want to marvel at anything and everything that breathes

I want to be exposed to the wind outside my own mind

I want to feel it rush down my spine; spreading chill bumps down my skin

I hunger for a life stocked with wonder

I thirst for knowledge past the realm of sanity

I yearn for adventures that exist only in fairytales

Maybe I’m a child siting in the circus

Unaware of the darkness that is wrapped around the earth

Life isn’t a spinning orb of laughter

An unrelenting fog drenches the sky

Monsters dwell in the darkness

Blowing black bubbles of sadness to my heart

They breathe doubts in my head

I’m not good enough

I’m a coward

I’m different

I plug my ears

I reach for the stars

But in the end

This cage keeps me from flying

The monsters reach for my heart

They pick at my scars and open new wounds

I shut my eyes and cling to the hope I have left

Refusing to give into reality

I repeat to myself over and over again

Someday, someday, someday

Someday I’ll find the key to my cage

Someday I’ll fly away