In my mind I'm swinging from chandeliers,
Dancing on tables and knocking over chairs,
Running on a beach and splashing in the waves,
Playing with dolphins, kites and crabs,
Planting roses in my yard, lying in the grass listening to the birds,
Taking photos on the street of passers by and clouds,
Playing guitar in the sunshine and singing my heart out,
Shopping, cooking, reading, writing, creating...
In reality I'm sitting drowsily in my cozy safe office,
Bored and uninspired I watch the clock,
When I leave I'll go home and do monotonous chores,
Eat out of a can or whatever is simple and makes the least mess,
Stare at all the flaws, the roof that leaks, the walls that need paint,
The yard that is becoming an unkempt jungle,
The unpaid bills, same overwhelming bitter pills
There is little satisfaction in practicality,
Little hope in the mundane and material world
Dreams are often the best part of living
