What are we
but simple beings, wannabes
Every one a small piece
of the game, Reality™
We all live in conformity
social norms followed religiously
Until one dreamer dares to dream
steps away, breaks routine
gazes upward and flies free
Imagination is all we have
when this world is our lab
where we can be extraordinary
philosophers, never ordinary
Without these dreams
what are we
but simple beings, wannabes

Our backs hold stories
Not even the spine
On a book can handle

A dragon deep inside, it's true
I know you are a dragon too
And when we do what dragons do
I feel that savage part of you

All woven up in twisted seam
Waiting in darkness deep, unseen
So civilized, that's how we seem
But we are dragons when we dream