Curse of The Dreamer

I have always lived in a story,

it is just my nature, to drift in non Reality, 

To breathe out universes and lives and fractured skies

That will Never physically materialize.

No. i’m

Not illogical,

Not nonsensical, paradoxical, theatrical

I have some semblance of reality grounding me

But… have you ever tried to fly?

To be reborn anew each night and day like a phoenix?

To live a thousand lives before serene sleep,

and die a thousand deaths dug deep?

Oh mother, 

My curse is clear. I Am A Dreamer.

I care far too much in times that don't matter

And far too little on times I should rather.

I live between the tick and chime,

A haunted ghost misplaced in linear time.

I was born whispering fables, fighting fire aflame,

and I’ll die unnamed, always still doing the same.

I persist. 

I exist. 

I drift.