Sometimes I forget

I forget who I am

And where I'm from

In pursuit of a fantasy

A dream

Of adventures

Of love

Of something I'm not

Some higher purpose

Becoming a prophecy

A legend

Worlds of people

Of places

Of things that do not exist

In the world that I reside

I dream of this when I'm asleep

I dream of this when I'm awake

I dream

Which means that these stories are not real

These worlds do not exist

Anywhere else

But my mind

These words we speak

Never leave anyone's lips

And then I wake up

And see that

Maybe I don't really have a prophecy

A legend

A true calling

But

The world that I reside in

Lets you make your own story

There may not be magic

Or dragons

Or wizards

But the magic here

Is one of a different sort

It's seeing those you love smile

A baby being born

Things of that sort

And the wizards here

Could be anyone

All it takes

Is a bit of

Something

And you could draw a smile

From even those at their worst

And it's so

Beautiful

So I do

Spend most of my time

Dreaming

But sometimes I have to wake myself up and

Smell the roses and

Remind myself that I

Have a story here too

Maybe not a huge one

But I still do

And I should remember that

Those other stories are amazing

But they're not real

And I have a real story

Just waiting for me to

Live it

And that's

Really what

Matters

Isn't it