Why do we daydream?
Sometimes, I do not even know what a daydream is,
And it scares me.
It scares me because every year they increase.

It seems like there is always a reason to be unhappy now,
Because when I was a kid, I did not look out windows,
And dream of another world,
A better world.
When I was a kid I did not have to dream,
Perhaps because I did not live in fear.
I did not have to dream,
Because I did,
And I saw.

It seems like everyday I look outside
And I see visions of trees
And imagine the sun making rays across the sky,
Piercing through cracks in branches.
But I am just too **** busy to see,
That maybe, just maybe, it’s already in front of me.

I dream instead of trying,
I give up before I even begin.
I put myself in a world where everything is perfect,
Because I’m too scared to jump
To risk
To try

So I’ll stay here in my dream world, safe, and secure.
I will stay shielded from rejection or heartbreak.
So why do we daydream?
It’s easy.