I didn't realize I traveled a thousand miles
Just to have fate repeat itself
I may have a different Style
But I didn't come to be as a shelf

Maybe I'm in my own hell
Maybe someone will hear my prayers
and ring a little bell
I always dreamed of blazing my own trail

But I ended up burning bridges instead
And sometimes I imagine myself all alone
In a small little stead
Cooking a little tenderloin

But dreams are dreams
And only that
"You're a fool to follow your dreams"
Now welcome to the rat race

I have to know what this feeling is inside
Nothing has changed in my life
All I did was confide
I let out my strife

Yet my change has happened so fast
It took me a while to realize
Have I felt this feeling before in my past
I don't know what to do after my cries

I can't help but look inside
The answer was so simple
I didn't need any pride
What was missing was a dimple

It wasn't gold or fame that was needed
But bonds and truth
But I had to show all my cards
And I had ended up impeded
Only by my own accord

I couldn't save myself
only my soul could be turned

Let me escape to a field of trees
And escape to a place of dreams
Let me wonder to a world
Where I could be bold

Let me live a day
Where there will be no pain
Where there are no complaints
Where there will be no taints

Golden roads and clear streams
Where I wish I could stay
But I leave this everyday
Where there is no worry for pay

Although I hear laughs
I can never escape this path
But it always comes back
Like an animal to track

They would never understand
Nor would they take a stand
But that’s just how life goes
You can never make the pros

The dreamers, the outcasts, the misfits
The ones who always seem to fail
Are only known when they stand
But most of them will always bail

If only they could not be forced down
If only they were not made to frown
Maybe they could succeed
Maybe they could bring their new seed

But so it goes, the hero, the fairy tale, the one who never fails
If only that were so

Dreams and Stories
I've heard from my brother
Some view it as horror
But my mind views it as funny

Some disapprove
But my mind is strange
I could never find a groove
And then some call me deranged

Maybe if they knew my thoughts
they could see my pain
sadly I'll have to cut my ties
but all I can do is drain my eyes

I'll continue my search
But it is already a lost cause
I'll sit on a perch
and hope for a subtle pause

Am I in this dimension
Or is this Hell
My happiness drained right when I am in ascension
No one knows until the final bell

But we are only animals
as much as we forget
we are only animals

Maybe if I'll rest my head
Maybe I'll drink too much
Maybe I'll lie in my bed
Feeling no touch

Writing a suite to cinde
Keeping ones thoughts to own
Why is the end so trendy
With an ominous tone

Surrounded by everyone
But feeling so lonely
Trapped in a lone cone
Does anyone listen

Maybe I was born to be a jester
But I can't laugh anymore
Could I employ a fixer
Although he's not hearing for

I don't know how much more I can stand
My legs are trembling
From humiliation and defeat causes a turn to sand
If anyone will hear I'm about to be changing

It's been long overdue
I've been threatening a while
A time I thought I knew
Because there's only one file

I was not made for a monastery
I was not made to be a jester
If only I could have a few wishes from a fairy
maybe then I wouldn't be such a pester

As I try to **** this jester
It is one thing that refuses to go
One thing that will always fester
Something that cannot be thrown

The only thing that can stop it
Is the man upstairs
But now we can only throw fits
We can sit in our chairs

but nothing will ever change
no matter what we create
The jester always takes his change
The heartbreak, the letdowns, and the turns

He heals them all
But with a cost
He could make you fail
He could have you tossed out

But the jester calls
I may laugh
But too laugh at him is your fall
We are all just a calf waiting