Get your head out from the sky
You will only hurt your neck
And get sick
I don't understand why people talk us up
When they know our dreams are nothing more than clouds
Our goals being the prize of few when truth only comes through sips of alcohol and anger
You wish you didn't even dream in the first place
Or at the very least
Kept it to yourself
Because getting whiplash
Every time you wake up
And find your reality
Not being real
But more of a nightmare
You might find yourself
Grasping for dreams to save you
Only to find a handful of sand