I am so tired, she said, tired of all the wishing and hoping
Tired of staring at walls that don’t talk back
I have dreams, she said, I would like to see come true
I can tell you about them, as a matter of fact

I live in a world of a reality I have created all on my own
She said, with a bittersweet smile
Existing on a plane that few understand or find interesting
I have been here all alone, for quite awhile

There are many different types of people in my world
Who come and go at a glance
Some of them barely reach out and touch my existence
Because I don’t really give them a chance

I find myself crying at the drop of a hat sometimes
I am  not really sure why
Perhaps, because I long to paint a different world
When I look up into my sky

I dream of a peaceful life, not that of a fairytale
A life to share with a kindred soul
One who understands my need for space and time alone
Who will treasure me when I am old

I have dreams of living a normal life, like everyone else
But I am not really sure what that is
Is it possible that I am wishing and hoping for something
That may not even exist