The Fog and the Fever

I crave what I can't have

and it's a constant in my days,

they could never snap me out of it,

my permanent daze.

I think someone told me 

that it's better to dream

because you don't have to try

to be something you seem.

none of this will matter

since I allude to nothing,

though I know you hate me,

to me, you still mean something.