When I dream
I find myself in places
I never go to awake
Taking chances
I never take
For fear I will break
Or stumble.
So instead I grumble
That I never go anywhere
And let myself scare myself
Out of doing what I need
To do in order to be true
To the person I am
When I am awake.
I fully flimflam and take
The easy, the coward’s road.
I hop away like a toad
Then whine to myself
In my dreams.
It seems ineffective.
But it seems inelective.
It’s like I have no choice
But I still listen
To my sleeping voice.
Someday I may stop
And drop this bad habit,
Choosing to have it my way;
Me on the highway, walking
Instead of lying in bed talking
About how good it could be
If I were the dreaming me.
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 2:46 PM UTC
When I dream
I find myself in places
I never go to awake
Taking chances
I never take
For fear I will break
Or stumble.
So instead I grumble
That I never go anywhere
And let myself scare myself
Out of doing what I need
To do in order to be true
To the person I am
When I am awake.
I fully flimflam and take
The easy, the coward’s road.
I hop away like a toad
Then whine to myself
In my dreams.
It seems ineffective.
But it seems inelective.
It’s like I have no choice
But I still listen
To my sleeping voice.
Someday I may stop
And drop this bad habit,
Choosing to have it my way;
Me on the highway, walking
Instead of lying in bed talking
About how good it could be
If I were the dreaming me.
