We're all small children on the inside,
Dreaming of those whimsical patches of clover.
You wander through the mystical field
Holding your favorite rad toy kaleidoscope.
The creativity flows from your fingers
You use words like gargantuous
Maybe one day you'll come to realize your celtic heritage
Which explains your love for clovers
Or you may become an activist
Who knows

For now you wish to linger
In the unique fields of your mind
Your peaceful moment becomes suspenseful
Your equilibrium starts to shift
You slowly begin to slip
Slipping back into reality
But not by choice
You're only a diligent insomniac

Your dream was voluptuous
It revived your senses
You want to go back
To where you don't have to spell phenolphthalein
You don't want to grasp the concept of arithmetic series

So go back
Turn around and run,
Run as fast as you can.
Chase your dreams,
But remember;
You can run for as long as you want,
But you have to face reality eventually.
You're only a diligent insomniac.